Breakaway - Tinchy Stryder

I want you to leave, leave, I want you to go

But you keep telling me the streets are all you know

I just want a better life

But you won’t break away

It’s a standard ting that I keep it ghetto

Roads ain’t nuttin' like calm or mellow

Too much Ps to be got, so I get dough

Man hold bricks in the bits like Lego

Some put stones in their chains, all yellow

Me, I get low in the blacked out Renault

With Soldier, Dirty Danger and Lee Wello

P’s involved and man are like «hello»

Hi, come off the roads they’re cold

That’s why I do music, I’m putting up shows

If not, back to square one, that’s right

Start from scratch, re-plotting them Os

Roads keep calling me back but I’m not involved

Then I hear don’t then I’m right in road

I got caught up in the sidewalk

It’s like the roads ain’t letting go

The golden boys in the games wanna call me

«You're a household name"'s what they told me

Through this game I been flying out

Stage shows abroad with Wiley, Skepta and Jme

Fans show love when I bring out my CD

Girls get hyped when they see me on TV

Cos they know I’m the man like PD

When I come through it’s all fresh Armani

But I keep getting sidetracked by the streetlife

There’s more to the roads then street lights

Shotters jack rude guys in the corner

That’s why some walk street with a bora

Might see two or three gash in the corner

Might see two or three goons in the corner

If the boydem roll up

Give your stash to the gash, divert from the corner

That’s why I’m tryna get away from the hype ting

Settle down with a girl, me I want life ting

Nothin' ain’t comfy, cozy in the hood fam

So I’m tryna get paid through the mic ting

But there’s something about these roads

Too much Ps to be got so I get dough

Still tryna get legal though

On the hustle, grind, it’s the life we roll

And I move on the roadside G

And I get that dough like the roadside Gs

And I let it grow, I ain’t spending a piece

And I hustle, grind, still about them Ps

'06 Mercs, still I want them keys

But I ain’t gonna get that keys for the drop top

Not too quick if I just MC

So I do a bit of dirt for the Ps

At the same, look, I ain’t got time for

All these guys to be pulling out 9s

Too many egos clash on the roads

I ain’t got time, I’m ninja like wolves

Try and get low on the streets

And I ain’t rolling with heat, I want legal dough

So I spray flows on the beat

But I still get caught up with shit on the road