Don't hide away, don't you hide away son
[Verse 1: Wiley]
If I ever hide away, it's not cos I'm scared it's cos I've got too much money
Everybody swears to God they're gonna stay on their strip, I stayed on mine you ain't above me
The last ten years were cold and not lovely
Life was ugly
Hard like rugby
Even if I had a big house in the country
I wouldn't stay caged up like a monkey
I'm newer than funky
Quicker than the rift of youts that wanna jump me
Must have thought I stayed in, when you see me on the high street and your throat gets lumpy
And I ain't getting jumpy
I just wanna piss of the ones who are grumpy
I got addictive genes like a junkie
I know you wanna say why do you hide away but I'm here, what, who's gonna touch me?
[Verse 2: Rinse]
Look, what a waste of time
Sitting at home trying to make up rhymes
Doing grime ain't gonna pay the grind
Cos the fans I got they don't make a dime
I ain't gonna give up my life for this
Even though my 9 to 5's a bitch
All I really want is a line to sniff
But the money I make can't even buy a spliff
I'm like, fuck that I'm tired of it
Tired of being a drunk and disguising it
I can't wait for the time I'm rich
I'm tired of trying to get wasted on Heineken
Yeah I got into a fight again
Hiding away? Nah I'm on a hype again
Painkillers, I'm gonna need 5 of them
Cos there was only one of me there was 9 of them
If I ain't getting any pies at them
I'll slice something in my face to put fright in them
A blade and a handful of Vicodin
Cos I ain't going home without my bike again
I really feel bad for the 5 of them
But I've had six bikes and they're riding them
Ain't like they're frightening
I just hit on the head and OD'd, I'm alive again
So fuck your boys to back you up
Cos I'm drunk and I'm liable to smack you up
Run moves and then rat you up
I'll make loot while your on the inside getting batteried up
For someone that's always been acting up
You look like a chump with your hands in cuffs
So tell your boys to go suck your mums or catch me when I'm sober you fucking cunts
[Verse 1: Wiley]
If I ever hide away, it's not cos I'm scared it's cos I've got too much money
Everybody swears to God they're gonna stay on their strip, I stayed on mine you ain't above me
The last ten years were cold and not lovely
Life was ugly
Hard like rugby
Even if I had a big house in the country
I wouldn't stay caged up like a monkey
I'm newer than funky
Quicker than the rift of youts that wanna jump me
Must have thought I stayed in, when you see me on the high street and your throat gets lumpy
And I ain't getting jumpy
I just wanna piss of the ones who are grumpy
I got addictive genes like a junkie
I know you wanna say why do you hide away but I'm here, what, who's gonna touch me?
[Verse 2: Rinse]
Look, what a waste of time
Sitting at home trying to make up rhymes
Doing grime ain't gonna pay the grind
Cos the fans I got they don't make a dime
I ain't gonna give up my life for this
Even though my 9 to 5's a bitch
All I really want is a line to sniff
But the money I make can't even buy a spliff
I'm like, fuck that I'm tired of it
Tired of being a drunk and disguising it
I can't wait for the time I'm rich
I'm tired of trying to get wasted on Heineken
Yeah I got into a fight again
Hiding away? Nah I'm on a hype again
Painkillers, I'm gonna need 5 of them
Cos there was only one of me there was 9 of them
If I ain't getting any pies at them
I'll slice something in my face to put fright in them
A blade and a handful of Vicodin
Cos I ain't going home without my bike again
I really feel bad for the 5 of them
But I've had six bikes and they're riding them
Ain't like they're frightening
I just hit on the head and OD'd, I'm alive again
So fuck your boys to back you up
Cos I'm drunk and I'm liable to smack you up
Run moves and then rat you up
I'll make loot while your on the inside getting batteried up
For someone that's always been acting up
You look like a chump with your hands in cuffs
So tell your boys to go suck your mums or catch me when I'm sober you fucking cunts
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