Ceaseless Groove - Cigarette from the Street Lyrics

Let's talk about John
John is a little boy from the hood
Always dreamed to end up in Hollywood
He wanted better, but never has he reached his goals
However deep inside the fire burns like a fever
Mornings till the bedtime he will stay in his pyjamas
Loitering soul avoiding all the dramas
Titties and mamas wait in the Bahamas
Fantasized life keeps clear from all the traumas
And what about Lou, there he goes
Choose a scheme going "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe"
And John is anxious, glimpse of the real just leaked there
A long walk will calm this big head

Cigarette from the street
I got something to say inside of my head now
Cigarette from the street
I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on
Cigarette from the street
I got something to say inside of my head now
Cigarette from the street
The journey won't stop now

Let's talk about Lucie, should we
The girl is such a cutie
Her world ain't got no groove, it's a loop like a movie
Health and wealth are yours, why so gloomy
She lacks explanation and perception still this state is not new
See, depression hits "boom" can't skip this shit
Been like that for years, numbness is her new life kit
And brain goes "why, why, why chica why, why, why"
"Why some random shit can make you cry, cry, cry"
Not so many friends who could understand, or they can't
Could be lame, not so cool to expose what is in her brain
Sunny afternoon and she's got to free those raw thoughts
Sets her playlist and heads towards the local park

Cigarette from the street
I got something to say inside of my head now
Cigarette from the street
I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on
Cigarette from the street
I got something to say inside of my head now
Cigarette from the street
The journey won't stop now

Cigarette butt

You will see them in the streets and in the city getting lit
While walking to the beat and bumping too
Depends on the present mood
Happiness and anger, all the dreamers and the downers use this trick to free their mind
For a moment loose
That includes your brother too
That includes your mother too
All put a song, use their lungs like a barbecue
And now folks I've got to leave ya
Got an appointment with my ratpack
Franck Sinatra

Cigarette from the street
I got something to say inside of my head now
Cigarette from the street
I put my headphones on the mix will turn me on...
The journey won't stop now