Cigars

Well we smoke cigars Lead ourselves astray And play our broke guitars And we're worlds apart I keep playing through the rhythm Seeing shooting stars (Yeah) Look Somethings different in the way they breathe Somethings distant in the way they speak Can't take silence for nothing but I guess it's sweet Cause it's always cheeks up when I sold my dream And now I got a taste for a 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 through a champagne glass But still I spark a cigar They can say what they like I ain't a lover for dark But I be lovin' the light Its all apart of the graft Think I been doing it right Maybe one day ill be sitting nice Well we smoke cigars Lead ourselves astray And play our broke guitars And we're worlds apart I keep playing through the rhythm Seeing shooting stars Run my tongue Try to taste gold before Try sell my dreams I close the store Try sell my songs on broken thoughts Cause I cant feel the love anymore And they don't like a loser Seems the down days choose you Hard hits bruise you Still got a soul and they're still capped up Till I drive down western In a black top cruiser Rising so my Pride wont fall in Please fall harder Well we smoke cigars Lead ourselves astray And play our broke guitars And we're worlds apart I keep playing through the rhythm Seeing shooting stars 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 Annie's asking if I'm ok Couple radio plays and they ask me how I'm selling 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 wont stop till I'm standing in the limelight But I wont be waiting round for no millionaires lifeline See I would phone a friend but half my friends are phoney I mean where was in times when I was down and lonely Bruv I was down and out and now they're tryna fold me Its like step by step they slowly wanna know me Cause with a little bit 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 H-town boy with the same old passions Well we smoke cigars Lead ourselves astray And play our broke guitars (Broke guitars, broke guitars, broke guitars ahhh) And we're worlds apart I keep playing through the rhythm Seeing shooting stars (Mate I think that's it y'know) (Big up)