Lyrics Tinchy Stryder

Tinchy Stryder

Breakaway

I want you to leave (leave)

I want you to go (go)

But you keep telling me the streets are all you know (know)

I just want a better life

But you won't breakaway...

Yeah...

It's a standard ting that I keep it ghetto

Roads ain't nothin' like calm or mellow

Too much P's to be got so I get doe

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 puttin' up shows

If not, back to square one that's right

Start from scratch, re-plottin' them O's

Roads keep callin' me back but I'm not involved

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

I got caught up by the sidewalk

It's like the roads ain't lettin' go

I want you to leave (leave)

I want you to go (go)

But you keep telling me the streets are all you know (know)

I just want a better life

But you won't breakaway...

Yeah...

Them 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 gettin' sidetracked by the streetlife

It's more to the roads then streetlife

Shotters jack rude guys in the corner

That's why some walk street with a borra

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 tings

Settle down with a girl, me I want life ting

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

That's why I'm tryna get paid through the mic ting

But there's something about these roads

Too much P's to be got so I get doe

Still tryna get legal though

Or we hustle, grind, it's the life we roll

I want you to leave (leave)

I want you to go (go)

But you keep telling me the streets are all you know (know)

I just want a better life

But you won't breakaway...

Yeah...

And I move on the roadside G

And I get that doe like the roadside G's

And I let it grow, I ain't spendin' a piece

And I hustle, grind, still about them P's

06 Mercs still I want them keys

But I ain't gonna get that keys for the droptop

Not too quick if I just MC

So I do a bit of dirt for the P's

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

All these guys to be pullin' out 9's

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 rollin' with heat

I want legal doe

So I spray flows on the beat

But I still get caught up with shit on the road