Second-Hand Smoke - Haych

Fly like a bullet out a gun

Just let me go home

Sing this to my son

When I grow old

Play this shit when I go

And I drift up

In the wind like second-hand smoke

Just let me go home

Bitches make me choke

Like second-hand smoke

In the evening

Say that i’m still broke

I got bands now

See that i’m bleeding

Burn all our control

Take this whole

Coz the monarchy’s screaming

Eating up my soul

Out’a bowl

But you’re still fucking leaning

You tried

But you couldn’t quite do it

Stay inside

And we’ll always get through this

Fly like a bullet out a gun

Just let me go home

Sing this to my son

When I grow old

Play this shit when I go

And I drift up

In the wind like second-hand smoke

Just let me go home

And when it’s my time to go

Go ahead and take me home

I know I’ll be with you

I know I’ll be with you

And when it’s my time to go

Go ahead and take me home

I know I’ll be with you

I know I’ll be with you