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