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