Tinchy Stryder - Breakaway lyrics

[Hook: Funda] 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 [Verse 1: Tinchy] 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 [Hook](x2) [Verse 2: Tinchy] 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 [Hook](x2) [Verse 3: Tinchy] 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 sh** on the road [Hook](x2)