"Chui, Shinto"
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
I just walked in, four A's on the fit
I ju- I just keep going, making plays 'til I'm rich
I was down bad and I ain't want to exist
Now I wake up and I'm grateful as shit
Can't go back to my old ways
Everybody geeking off my tracks but they're throwaways
Living in the past is the wrong way
And I'm living this life fast, it's the-
Damn, hold up, wait, yea
It's the right way, too turnt up Tuesday like it's Friday
F*ck what who say, Ima do this shit my way
Airplane mode, two phones, I ain't flying
Ain't 'bout a bag fat chance I'm replying
Brudda I don't know ya, I ain't needed noone, still I made it so far
That's crazy
And the session closed, bro said he want a open, wouldn't get your hopes up
No
I'm off free coca, yea I feel like Boat bruh, no ice in my so-o-o-oda
Yea, eleventh floor posted, I do what I want, getting money like I'm supposed to
"Chui, Shinto"
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
YUKIMURA - Back On The Cigs Lyrics
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"Chui, Shinto"
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
I just walked in, four A's on the fit
I ju- I just keep going, making plays 'til I'm rich
I was down bad and I ain't want to exist
Now I wake up and I'm grateful as shit
Can't go back to my old ways
Everybody geeking off my tracks but they're throwaways
Living in the past is the wrong way
And I'm living this life fast, it's the-
Damn, hold up, wait, yea
It's the right way, too turnt up Tuesday like it's Friday
F*ck what who say, Ima do this shit my way
Airplane mode, two phones, I ain't flying
Ain't 'bout a bag fat chance I'm replying
Brudda I don't know ya, I ain't needed noone, still I made it so far
That's crazy
And the session closed, bro said he want a open, wouldn't get your hopes up
No
I'm off free coca, yea I feel like Boat bruh, no ice in my so-o-o-oda
Yea, eleventh floor posted, I do what I want, getting money like I'm supposed to
"Chui, Shinto"
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
I just walked in, four A's on the fit
I ju- I just keep going, making plays 'til I'm rich
I was down bad and I ain't want to exist
Now I wake up and I'm grateful as shit
Can't go back to my old ways
Everybody geeking off my tracks but they're throwaways
Living in the past is the wrong way
And I'm living this life fast, it's the-
Damn, hold up, wait, yea
It's the right way, too turnt up Tuesday like it's Friday
F*ck what who say, Ima do this shit my way
Airplane mode, two phones, I ain't flying
Ain't 'bout a bag fat chance I'm replying
Brudda I don't know ya, I ain't needed noone, still I made it so far
That's crazy
And the session closed, bro said he want a open, wouldn't get your hopes up
No
I'm off free coca, yea I feel like Boat bruh, no ice in my so-o-o-oda
Yea, eleventh floor posted, I do what I want, getting money like I'm supposed to
"Chui, Shinto"
'Posed to be rich, palms steady itch
Perfect don't exist, this as close as it gets
Understood, understated, you know what it is
If you don't you don't need to, keep that over there
Smoking loud, I can't hear nothing close to my ear
Taking shots 'til I feel numb, gone off tequila
I been leaning on my vices, back on the cigs
I ain't never too far from a bad idea
Writer: YUKIMURA, Joe Bullard
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