Cigars (feat. Alfie Neale & Jarki Monno)
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)
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)
Credits
Writer(s): Jarki Monno, Edward Matthew Black, Alfie Neale
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