Chicken shops with two-pound tops We're roaming but can't get enough Eating sunshine every day Accustomed to our southeast way Cruising in the rainy streets Smoking cigarettes like sweets Creamy legs in London air Our hands are up but we still care The plates 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 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 know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute, yeah It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute, yeah It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute Tell me Shaq, Nathan, and Moe Mama, I ain't my brother home Cradled by a dozen flowers 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 know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute, yeah There's pain outside There's pain in the heart No time for the worst in me Remember finding the email 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 know It's not about where we're living Make the most for a minute, yeah 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