Текст песни Second-Hand Smoke - haych

I know i'll be with-

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
With 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
With 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