Lyrics

Chicken shops with £2 tops We're roaming but can't get enough Eating sunshine everyday Accustomed to our South East way Cruising in the rainy streets Smoking cigarettes like sweets Creamy legs in London air Our hands are up but we still care The blades don't turn But you see them from miles and miles And you learn That over here we hide our grief behind smiles And we run around and laugh cos' that's our style Oh we know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute Girls can dream, still no It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute, ye (It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute) (It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute) Tommy, Shaq, Nathan and Mo "Mum why ain't my brother home?" Cradled by a dozen flowers The streets just took another child Ain't it strange that my home Had closed before it ever opened Don't you know That over here we hide our grief behind smiles And we run around and laugh 'cause that's our style Oh we know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute Girls can dream, still no It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute There's pain outside There's pain in the art No time for the worst in me Remember finding the email From the penitentiary that locked up Tariq They don't have control on us No, they don't have control on we They can steal all of our space But if we ain't there then it's cheap Oh we know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute Girls can dream, still no It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute
Writer(s): Joy Crookes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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