[Intro]

How am I gonna pull this off man without sounding dumb?

This is too sensible for me man

How you gonna have a dream come true?

[Verse 1]

I used to dream about crazy little things like fame

In the days hanging outside the off-licence

We used to run around the streets, reckless with no shame

Mainly up to no good, a whole world of nonsense

And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye

And if they didn't show face we would act immature

Had a thing for south and Hackney girls since I was a kid

A couple of west girls on my radar, I was raw

And I was dead sure that I knew it all

The whole world against me attitude, I nearly blew it all

I find it a real big struggle gettin' through it all

I swear I didn't wanna listen 'cause I sure didn't care

Not knowing for reality, I'd have to prepare

'Cause money don't grow on no stick, well it's rare

Me and boy was still looking less and less the lick

Plus I was growing up, life was looking like a scare

[Chorus]

Happy talky talky happy talk

Talk about things you like to do

You got to have a dream

If you don't have a dream

How you gonna have a dream come true?

[Verse 2]

I used to love music, it was like my hidden hobby

But I couldn't get on on local radio back then

So I went to North London, I trot to Tottenham to be precise

And got some air time on Heat FM

Then it escalated, I was getting ratings here and there

And carried on until eventually I was everywhere

I started doing all the hot spots, Ministry, Caesar's

Palace, P area time in MV

I did the grim and the glam, I did the poor and the posh

I didn't hang around, I wanted my money in a rush

Mind frame in the studio at this stage

No time to chat, I didn't wanna N-Gage

I found myself a new hustle it was beautiful

And unlike the one before, a bit more suitable

The more challenging it got, the more I fought it

Made an album, over a hundred-thousand people bought it

Thank you

[Chorus]

Happy talky talky happy talk

Talk about things you like to do

You got to have a dream

If you don't have a dream

How you gonna have a dream come true?

[Verse 3]

To all the youngers cotchin' on the stairs in the flats

With the superstar soccer-lings, Beckham in the makings

You can go far if you put your mind to it

You're a star, don't wait to be told, just do it

Try and keep school in your plans, don't be worrying about your mans

They'll be there in the end if they're real, if they ain't

Don't be making no effort to impress

'Cause you'll find out where you are, just do what you feel

Young babymothers, yo I got your back as well

Young babyfathers, hold it down for your girl

I ain't tryna preach but for what it's worth

That kid's the next generation Planet Earth

Big shout to the world 'cause I've been all around

And when I'm gone I'm always thinking about my hometown

I'm from the LDN, there's no forgetting that

And the big UK, I stay reppin' that

[Chorus]

Happy talky talky happy talk

Talk about things you like to do

You got to have a dream

If you don't have a dream

How you gonna have a dream come true?

[Outro]

You love that

You tell me you don't love that