Dreams Dont Live Here Anymore by Great Skies Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I want least the resistance most reward
I'm sat indoors plotting slowly how to get some pay back from my vocal cords
How can I be optimistic? I'm
Still scribbling notes in my phone on the district line
Seeing other people's success and I'm
Getting pissing that I'm left behind
Sit behind your desk at 9
Fuck off, I want 50 racks and a Beemer
Music's a con that prays on ambitious believers
Then again I think, why should I give it up?
When I get send beats and jump spray on it and rip it up
Bowl into Universal like 'cunts come stick em up
Give me something to live for'
Mate it's clear you
Find the purest beauty in your rear view
Scream in a dream and no one can hear you
Why do you think I'm pranging?
One of my mates got a sick degree
From a sick uni, it doesn't mean fuck all - he moved back home and he's slanging
The other one just found his best mate hanging
Cutting him down, fucked up, can't imagine
Friday rolls round, get the Chang in
Geezer told me it's banging
How old are you now?
Oh yeah, how's that working out?
Are you where you'd thought be?
21 guns sound
For your dreams in the ground
[Verse 2]
We're not 20somethings, we're 20nothings
Let me say it again - we're 20nothings
CV gas merchants, 20bluffing
I've let my head eat me up and it sent me mental
Now I'm a court jester dancing in the shadow of my own potential
In a 320d rental
And I know who I'm trying to be
Right now my life's too peak to give a shit about the opinion of Kensington high street, am I bothered?
Mate I'm sick and I know it
Not bothered if you don't rate me
Look you in your eyes and blow my Mayfair smoke in your face That's my attitude lately
Gucci belt, Primark jeans
Boujis girls living the London dream
What does London mean?
Being 30 left with a Redundant scheme
So yeah, how old are you now?
Oh yeah? How's that working out?
Are you where you thought you'd be?
21 guns sound
For your dreams in the ground
I want least the resistance most reward
I'm sat indoors plotting slowly how to get some pay back from my vocal cords
How can I be optimistic? I'm
Still scribbling notes in my phone on the district line
Seeing other people's success and I'm
Getting pissing that I'm left behind
Sit behind your desk at 9
Fuck off, I want 50 racks and a Beemer
Music's a con that prays on ambitious believers
Then again I think, why should I give it up?
When I get send beats and jump spray on it and rip it up
Bowl into Universal like 'cunts come stick em up
Give me something to live for'
Mate it's clear you
Find the purest beauty in your rear view
Scream in a dream and no one can hear you
Why do you think I'm pranging?
One of my mates got a sick degree
From a sick uni, it doesn't mean fuck all - he moved back home and he's slanging
The other one just found his best mate hanging
Cutting him down, fucked up, can't imagine
Friday rolls round, get the Chang in
Geezer told me it's banging
How old are you now?
Oh yeah, how's that working out?
Are you where you'd thought be?
21 guns sound
For your dreams in the ground
[Verse 2]
We're not 20somethings, we're 20nothings
Let me say it again - we're 20nothings
CV gas merchants, 20bluffing
I've let my head eat me up and it sent me mental
Now I'm a court jester dancing in the shadow of my own potential
In a 320d rental
And I know who I'm trying to be
Right now my life's too peak to give a shit about the opinion of Kensington high street, am I bothered?
Mate I'm sick and I know it
Not bothered if you don't rate me
Look you in your eyes and blow my Mayfair smoke in your face That's my attitude lately
Gucci belt, Primark jeans
Boujis girls living the London dream
What does London mean?
Being 30 left with a Redundant scheme
So yeah, how old are you now?
Oh yeah? How's that working out?
Are you where you thought you'd be?
21 guns sound
For your dreams in the ground