Smoke

Richie Cunning

(Breathe in... Breathe out...)

[Verse 1]
I heard somebody say that
Life ain't fair, nobody listens when you bitch and complain
Fare is what you pay to get on a train
It's a heartbreaking pitiful shame when you can tell yourself
Tomorrow's gonna be different, but the shit is the same
So have a drink if it gets rid of your pain, put your smoke in the air
Let whoever's watching know that you're here
This is it, and ain't that about a son of a bitch
When you get old enough to know that you ain't gonna be rich
Man, all I got in my pocket's the better part of a buck
So pardon my French, but fuck it if the market is up
It ain't no help for me, it ain't no help for you
We both missed the lottery again, what the fuck else is new?
Another night, another personal struggle
Your back's sore, muscles hurt and you working a double
You had a bitch of a day, you got a bitch of a boss
And everybody at your shitty job is pissing you off
Well, amen, son! I really know what you're sayin'
I know you lay awake at night and you be hopin' and prayin'
I know you tell yourself: "It wasn't supposed to be like this, man!"
It wasn't supposed to be like this! What happened to all of the
Things that I said I wanted to do?
What happened to the people I never wanted to lose?
How come I do everything half-assed and I call it my best?
And why am I still smokin' these damn cigarettes? Come on

[Hook]
(Breathe in...) Every one of the people in my life
(Breathe out...) All my troubles and tedious long nights, come on
Button your coat, we gonna smoke a cigarette
Because it's late and I only got one left
(Breathe in...) Just a couple of minutes to get straight
(Breathe out...) Tell myself it ain't already too late
Come on, button your coat, we gon' smoke a cigarette
'Cos it's late and I only got one left

[Verse 2]
I heard somebody say that
Life ain't fair, nobody listens when you bicker and fuss
Fare is what you pay to get on a bus
Son, it really ain't shit to discuss, things are tough for everybody
Suck it up and quit kicking up dust
This a toast to people like us, put your glass in the air
Call me an asshole and ask if I care, fuck it
Call me a pessimistic son of a bitch
But it's slowly becoming clear that I ain't gonna be rich
If I make an honest living, it's gonna be on rapping
But try to be realistic, it probably won't happen
I promise I won't stop until every bone in my body is broke
But the promise alone just don't hack it
Sometimes the world seems like it's playing you, don't it?
You steady living out your life, but not the way that you wanted
And ain't nobody winning, because life ain't a dice game
Life is a night train and you gotta pay to get on it
Truth is, the world's a cold place and people are jerks
And don't nobody care about the dude sweeping it worse
So wipe the sweat off your dome to the sleeve of your shirt
Cause that's the way it's gonna stay until we're sleeping in dirt
And sometimes I ain't afraid of the day that my quest ends
Cause it's been a minute since I've been with my best friend
Until then, I tough it out and take whatever I get
And try to stop smoking these damn cigarettes, come on

[Hook]
(Breathe in...) Every one of the people in my life
(Breathe out...) All my troubles and tedious long nights, come on
Button your coat, we gonna smoke a cigarette
Because it's late and I only got one left
(Breathe in...) Just a couple of minutes to get straight
(Breathe out...) Tell myself it ain't already too late, come on
Button your coat, we gonna smoke a cigarette
'Cos it's late and I only got one left

Breathe in... Breathe out...
Breathe in... Breathe out...

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