Great Skies - Dreams Don't Live Here Anymore 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 f** 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 'c*nts 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 f** all - he moved back home and he's slanging The other one just found his best mate hanging Cutting him down, f**ed 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 sh** 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