Tokyo, côté fumée お餅90Style

Welcome to Tokyo. Click-clack. Flick-flick. I just wanna smoke. Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap, puff-puff, gotta smoke, Chik-a-chik, swing-swing, hit me with the toke, Lunch done, tongue yum, now my brain says "GO", Coffee in my chest, now my craving says "MORE". Where the Smoking Area? I'm running in a loop, Tokyo got rules, man, the city's kinda rude, Click-click, flick-flick, wind-wind, no joke, Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap... I just wanna smoke. Ate ramen, belly happy, snap-snap, instant need, Post-meal ritual, puff-puff, yeah, that's my creed, Sipped coffee, drip-drip, caffeine doing flips, Now my lips go zip-zip, chasing filter tips. Walk-walk, block-block, sign-sign, "NO" parade, Map app lies, spin-spin, smoking spot's a fade, Stairs up, stairs down, hop-hop, station maze, Tokyo so clean but it drives me into haze. Chik-a-chik guitars, brass goes pah-pah, bright, I'm smiling and cursing in the same damn night, Not asking for heaven, not begging for hope, Just a tiny square of "YES" so I can smoke. Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap, puff-puff, gotta smoke, Chik-a-chik, swing-swing, hit me with the toke, Lunch done, tongue yum, now my brain says "GO", Coffee in my chest, now my craving says "MORE". Where the Smoking Area? I'm running in a loop, Tokyo got rules, man, the city's kinda rude, Click-click, flick-flick, wind-wind, no joke, Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap... I just wanna smoke. Found a "smoking spot"? nope-nope, it's a rumor, Security's smiling like a polite little tumor, "Sorry sir, no smoking," bow-bow, gentle choke, Tokyo's so strict, it's choking out my smoke. Vending machine blink-blink, tempting me with mints, But mints ain't nicotine, that's a different kind of sin, Crosswalk tick-tick, crowd flow, shuffle-shuffle stream, I'm speedrunning Tokyo like a glitchy nicotine dream. Alleys look promising, twist-twist, dead end trap, Office tower lobby got a sign like a slap, Designated area? hidden like a secret stage, I'm a jazz manouche hamster in a neon cage. Brass goes bah-bah, sax goes raa-raa, hype, But my lighter's going click... then pfft... no strike, Still I keep it classy, grumble through the joke, This city's kinda cruel... but damn, I need that smoke. Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap, puff-puff, gotta smoke, Chik-a-chik, swing-swing, hit me with the toke, Lunch done, tongue yum, now my brain says "GO", Coffee in my chest, now my craving says "MORE". Where the Smoking Area? I'm running in a loop, Tokyo got rules, man, the city's kinda rude, Click-click, flick-flick, wind-wind, no joke, Ba-da-bap, bidi-bap... I just wanna smoke. I'm going crazy like Tokyo Nicotine High