Saba, Noname - Secondhand Smoke lyrics

How about me, you, and them
Steal the lungs to the top of our endings?
C'est la vie, say you love me smoke for me
Smoke for me

Uh saba got them secondhand smoke raps
I feel like a second citizen in my own land
Uh, my neighbor got shot in the ass
And I was probably seconds away from that
Uh, I'm six feet with a second inch
Sorry, I'm rambling
I needed a second to vent
Uh, 'cause I don't really think I know how
And I don't really think "she"
Is the proper pronoun
To describe the town that turned
Her to a widow
Hopes and dreams, beliefs and things
Then all thrown out the window
Scrambling and people screaming
We look out the window
'Cause me and Walter just
Thought it was fireworks
I mean it is like July second
It feels like July second
It's hot like July fourth
And off contact, my eyes sore
But my contacts still wanted to
See everything but the lord
The only view I knew needed a vice
And I needed advice, fuck that
I needed a Christ 'Cause, I only pray I can
Do numbers on the internet
And that they don't think I'm too intricate
But that they can accept my ignorance
I wasted my time on her
She probably owe me a year
And, I don't owe ya'll shit
But I feel ya'll owe me an ear
Uh, yo, I be up and I can't lounge
Secondhand smoke
Hear the blunts in the background

How about me, you, and them
Steal the lungs to the top of our endings?
C'est la vie, say you love me smoke for me
Smoke for me

The second guess is as good as the first one
Right? I figured I would give it life
We waiting on the second coming
He a second late
So why not drop my second tape?