Cigars

Chorus:
While we smoke cigars, lead ourselves astray and play our broke guitars
And we’re worlds apart, I’ll keep playing to the train to see shooting star

Verse 1:

Somethings different in the way they breathe
Somethings distant in the way the speak
Can’t take silence for nothing but I guess its sweet
Cos it was always cheeks up when I sold my dream

And now I got a taste for a sour path
Waste away the days it’s a shame how the hours pass
Only me to blame search for change in a broken yard
Shit is all the same swigging water from a champagne glass

But Still I spark a cigar
And they can say what they like
I ain’t a lover for dark
But i been loving the light
It’s All a part of the graft
Think I’ve been doing it right
Maybe one day I’ll be sitting nice

Verse 2:
Burnt my tongue trying to taste gold before
Try sell my dreams I’ll close the store
Try sell my songs on broken thoughts cause I can’t feel the love anymore
But they don’t like a loser, seems the down days choose ya, hard hits bruise ya
Still got soul and a steel-capped heart ‘til I drive down Western in a blacked-out cruiser

Rising tall
My pride won't fall
In these four walls, no

Verse 3:

Alright another quick sixteen bruv I’ll do it for the hell of it
Lead ourselves astray I’ve lost all sense of etiquette
I flipped MJ now Annie’s asking if I’m okay
Couple radio plays and they ask me how I’m shelling it
(Chruuu)

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 till I’m standing in the limelight
But I won’t be waiting round for no millionaires life life

See id phone a friend but half my friends are phony
I mean where were you in times when I was down and lonely
Bruvva I was down and out and now their tryna phone me
It’s like step by step they slowly wanna know me

Cos with a little bit of clout now everybody’s on the wagon
Imagine, truth is I never thought this would happen
Remember days jumping trains right from Brighton to Clapham
Htown boy with the same old passion