"cigarettes and roses" lyrics
Yo (169), chyeah, mm
It's your boy Ramone Rochester AKA The Mitcham Dreamer, you already know, look
Heart break made me lose focus
I feel like I never made progress
All in a space of a year, I was homeless
I was wearin' my Gucci jacket and still felt the coldness
Went to the doctors, they didn't know my diagnosis
Weed and sex is way better than them doses
Look, I can't pretend anymore
I can't fake it anymore
When you look in my eyes, don't you notice
Look, without you the room feels dark, empty or soulless
A slow way of bein' dead is when you're full of despair
I'm feelin' hopeless
If freedom lies in bein' bold, I lost my boldness
And I can feel goo energy when it approaches
And I know when I'm surrounded my cobras
Speakin' to me is a privilege
Like a bonus
I'm learnin' to love myself first, it's a process
I light my cigarettes and then use it to burn the roses, gang
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread (Yo)
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
We all have twenty-four hours, but some ain't more than others
I put it on my mothers, my tax bracket is the dumbest
Everybody wants to do music when we need more plumbers
Let me talk my shit 'cause I've been doin' numbers
I spoke in school
See youngsters tellin' them the neeks that you laugh are in class, leave and start doin' wonders
When I said I was the best, I fuckin' never stuttered
When you're on that hospital bed, it's only you that suffers
I rather have on real friend than a group of suckers
My house is Nana's house and we ain't even blood brothers
Hmm, conversations with Shanice and I'm prayin' she becomes one of the biggest hurdle runners
The way I made hundreds, it was routine and structures
In my bed with clothes on to stop the itch 'cause I had no covers
I want that brand new car that I've seen that changes colours
All they know is jealousy, dirty motherfuckers
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread (Yo)
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
It's your boy Ramone Rochester AKA The Mitcham Dreamer, you already know, look
Heart break made me lose focus
I feel like I never made progress
All in a space of a year, I was homeless
I was wearin' my Gucci jacket and still felt the coldness
Went to the doctors, they didn't know my diagnosis
Weed and sex is way better than them doses
Look, I can't pretend anymore
I can't fake it anymore
When you look in my eyes, don't you notice
Look, without you the room feels dark, empty or soulless
A slow way of bein' dead is when you're full of despair
I'm feelin' hopeless
If freedom lies in bein' bold, I lost my boldness
And I can feel goo energy when it approaches
And I know when I'm surrounded my cobras
Speakin' to me is a privilege
Like a bonus
I'm learnin' to love myself first, it's a process
I light my cigarettes and then use it to burn the roses, gang
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread (Yo)
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
We all have twenty-four hours, but some ain't more than others
I put it on my mothers, my tax bracket is the dumbest
Everybody wants to do music when we need more plumbers
Let me talk my shit 'cause I've been doin' numbers
I spoke in school
See youngsters tellin' them the neeks that you laugh are in class, leave and start doin' wonders
When I said I was the best, I fuckin' never stuttered
When you're on that hospital bed, it's only you that suffers
I rather have on real friend than a group of suckers
My house is Nana's house and we ain't even blood brothers
Hmm, conversations with Shanice and I'm prayin' she becomes one of the biggest hurdle runners
The way I made hundreds, it was routine and structures
In my bed with clothes on to stop the itch 'cause I had no covers
I want that brand new car that I've seen that changes colours
All they know is jealousy, dirty motherfuckers
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
Cigarettes for breakfast
Yeah, give you roses when you're restless
Yeah, Hovis 'til you hold this bread (Yo)
Notice you don't know 'bout stress
