Richie Cunning - Smoke lyrics

(Breathe in... Breathe out...) [Verse 1] I heard somebody say that life ain't fair Nobody listens when you b**h 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 sh** 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 b**h When you can open up to know that your ain't gonna be rich Man, all I got in my pocket's the better part of a buck So pardon my French, but f** it if the market is [?] It ain't no help for me, it ain't no help for you We both missed the lottery again, what the f** else is new? Another night, another personal struggle Your back's sore, muscles hurt and you working a double You had a b**h of a day, you got a b**h of a boss And everybody at your sh**ty 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' And 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 I said I wanted to do? What happened to all the people I never wanted to lose? How come I do everything half-a**ed 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 bu*ton 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, bu*ton 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 sh** to discuss Things are tough for everybody s** it up and quit thinking of dust This a toast to people like us Put your gla** in the air Call me an a**hole and ask if I care, f** it Call me a pessimistic son of a b**h 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 said you'd be 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 bu*ton 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, bu*ton your coat, we gonna smoke a cigarette 'Cos it's late and I only got one left