Cigars

While we smoke cigars

Lead ourselves astray and play our broke guitars

And we’re worlds apart

I’ll keep playing to the rain to see a shooting star

Look

Suttin’s different in the way they breath

Suttin’s distant in the way they speak

Can’t take silence for nothing but I guess its sweet

Cause its always cheeks up when I sold my dream

And now I got a taste for sour path

Waste away the days its a shame how the hours pass

Only me to blame search for change in a broken yard

Shits always the same swigging water though a champagne glass

But still I spark a cigar, and they can say what they like

I aint a lover for dark, but I’ve been lovin’ the light

Its all a part of the graft, think I’ve been doing it right

Maybe one day I’ll be sittin’ nice

Burnt my tongue tryin’ to taste gold before

Try sell my dreams, I closed the store

Try sell my songs on broken thoughts cause

I can’t feel the love any more

But they don’t like a loser

Seems the down days chose ya, hard hits bruise ya

Still got soul and a steel-capped heart til I

Drive down western in a blacked out cruiser

Risin’ tall my pride won’t fall

In these four walls, no

While we smoke cigars

Lead ourselves astray and play our broke guitars

And we’re worlds apart

I’ll keep playing to the rain to see a shooting star

 

Alright

Another quick 16 bruv I’ll do it for the hell of it

Lead ourselves astray I’ve lost all sense of etiquette

I flipped MJ now Annies asking if I’m okay

Couple radio plays, and they ask me how I’m shellin’ it

True

But I’m on making memories for a lifetime

People come money go i’ll just wait until the times right

And I won’t stop til I’m standing in the limelight

But I won’t be waitin’ round for no millionaire’s lifeline, see

I’d phone a friend but half my friends are phoneys

I mean where were you in times when I was down and lonely?

Bruv I was down and out and now they’re tryna’ phone me

Its like step by step they slowly wanna know me

Cause with a little bit of clout now everybody’s on the wagon imagine

Truth is I never thought this would happen

Remember days jumpin’ trains right from Brighton to Clapham

H-town boy with the same old passion

While we smoke cigars

Lead ourselves astray and play our broke guitars

And we’re worlds apart

I’ll keep playing to the rain to see a shooting star

While we smoke cigars

Lead ourselves astray and play our broke guitars

And we’re worlds apart

I’ll keep playing to the rain to see a shooting star