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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kina
Kina
Background Vocals
Eman
Eman
Background Vocals
Humza
Humza
Background Vocals
Zizu
Zizu
Background Vocals
Bobby Vylan
Bobby Vylan
Bass Guitar
Adam Betts
Adam Betts
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Vylan
Bobby Vylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Vylan
Bobby Vylan
Executive Producer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Jonny Breakwell
Jonny Breakwell
Mixing Engineer
Sol
Sol
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Grew up fast in a place unknown (unknown) Four walls but the place ain't home (it ain't home) Terrified for my life sometimes (sometimes) Especially when my dear mummy ain't home (oh no) Big dreams sat swirling in my head (in my head) Big dreams, big boy, small bed (small bed) Wanna share 'em all but the last time I did (oh) I learnt some things are better left unsaid So you can read Karl Marx 'Till you're blue in the face (excuse your face) If you've never left the house with a tool by your waist (never) And your shoes tightly laced, cos the feds might give chase (run) Selling anything you can to put some food on your plate While the older kids are on the corner joyriding and burning cars I was learning life the hard way selling holes in hearts Don't you chat to me about the rising of the working class It's long overdue I know, but we're too busy working hard Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Show them, say your culture is your root And don't shun the talent of the children Warm souls occupy a cold flat New shoes, new coat, old hat Seen it all and I won't go back Nah, been there, yeah I done that Ooh, big dreams sat swelling in my head Big dreams, big boy, big bed Wanna share 'em all but the last time I did I learnt some things are better left unsaid Cos where I come from we lock our dreams in a box Pedal back and forth all day and tuck our jeans in our socks Pray the alphabet is full and all our Ps don't get robbed Where everybody bears a cross but barely believes in god You see it's hard sometimes, but we make it somehow And if we can't make it then we'll take it, give it now Hand it over little buddy, all my dreaming is on scheming I'm an angel in the daytime but I'll kill you in the evening Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) Dream big kid, kid dream big (dream big) They said you can't do it, that's cos they never did
Writer(s): Bobby Vylanici Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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