tastybento - No Chauffeurs Waiting Lyrics

Breakfast isn't glam, it's tea and a roll
Survive on passion, ambition's the toll
We don't dream of Grammy's, don't aim for that hole
Our trophies aren't silver-they're the stories we've stole
Cause in this urban sprawl, amid the cheers and jeers
We find a beauty that's worth all the tears
It's not about the cash, it's the friends and the beers
We face our fears, in the city that jeers
In London Town, where the rain don't stop
Life ain't a movie, no flashy backdrop
No big mansions, sippin' Dom that pops
We're dodgin' puddles, runnin' from cops
Chasing pounds, not dollars, in trainers worn thin
No private jets, we ride the Tube in the din
Hollywood's glitter, we see it, but won't give in
Our gold ain't on chains, it's the fire within
From the West End lights to the East End fights
We keep it real, no Hollywood nights
Forget palm trees, we've got rainy skies
Inner London life, where the truth never dies
They talk of mansions, pool parties in the sun
We've got council estates where the youth's on the run
No script to follow, our stories ain't spun
It's raw, it's gritty, but it's home, hon
In the thick of the market, the buzz never fades
Vibrant street art, where the underground parades
From Brixton beats to Camden's eclectic trades
In our concrete garden, real culture pervades
Hustle through the grime, our resilience never fades
We're kings and queens of the streets, not some media-made shades
Hard-knock life taught us the strongest blade
Is a sharp mind and a heart that's never betrayed
So we dance in the rain, to the rhythm of our pride
London's heartbeat, it can't be denied
Yeah, we're painting murals with our words, eloquent scripts
It's more than cockney rhymes, it's life that flips
We flip the script, turn pavements into gold
It's not the bling, it's the stories untold
Forget about the yacht, we set sail in our dreams
Through concrete seas, under the moon's silver beams
Ain't got no time for that silver screen gleam
Cause we're living in the moment, a real-life meme
Life's not a blockbuster, it's an improvised scene
With every street corner, a new plot to redeem
Up at dawn while the city's asleep
We're grinding hard, while they countin' their sheep
In the cold grey light where the foxes creep
London's heart, it beats deep, beats deep
Beneath Tower Bridge, where the river's our mirror
Skyscrapers rise, but our vision's clearer
We don't need heights to feel like we're nearer
To the stars overhead, they couldn't be dearer
We stomp through the streets, where our dreams take flight
In the shadows of giants, we find our might