Smoke
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(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 tommorrow'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 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 fuck it if the market is ---
It ain't no help for me, It ain't no help for you
We both missed a lot of ---, what the fuck else is new?
Another night, another personal struggle
Your back's sore, muscles hurt and --- 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
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-assed and i call it my best?
And why am i still smokin' these damn cigarettes? Come on.
(Breathe in...)
--- people in my life
(Breathe out...)
All my troubles --- long nights, come on.
--- 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, --- we gonna smoke a cigarette
Because 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 thinking of dust
--- to people like us
Put your glass in the air
Call me an asshole and ask if i care, fuck it.
Call me a pessimist, a 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 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 --- 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...)
--- people in my life
(Breathe out...)
All my troubles --- long nights, come on.
--- 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, --- we gonna smoke a cigarette
Because it's late and i only got one left.
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