Smoke Clouds (James Arthur)

Look no further than the fathers who go further than they should To the point where we're surrounded by the scars behind their hoods And who is gonna teach them wrong from right? Who's gonna tell them it's alright? Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Fill my lungs, drain my heart... 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out But there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, yeah. So I'm trading blues for green Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah Listen See, I'm a simple man I don't even have a phone If I did I wouldn't pick it up I want to be alone I don't trust anyone in this one-track town When the people walk by, watch my eyes fall down And who is gonna teach them wrong, is gonna teach them wrong from right? Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Fill my lungs, drain my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out And there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, hey So I'm trading blues for green Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Oh, fill my lungs, drain my heart... 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out But there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, yeah So I'm trading blues for green