Richie Cunning - Smoke lyrics

(Breathe in breathe out)

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

(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

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

(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