Don't Hide Away

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

[Chorus]

Don't hide away, don't you hide away son

Don't hide away, don't you hide away son

[Verse 3: Ice Kid]

Nobody's hiding here

Hopefully my time is near

Look into my eyes, I'm a victim of life, every night I look into the sky like why am I here?

You couldn't stand in my old kicks

I ain't gonna back down from the showbiz

Bag full of the [?] thing

[?]

(Hold it)

Look I master your plan

Half of your gangs full of rats and roaches

So cold that it snows here for the whole year

[?] for the ocean when I go clear

Hear me out

I was blinded but I see clearly now

Half of the grime scene fear me really

This Ice Kid you could feel weary round

[Verse 4: Mike Skinner]

Hmmm, is there something after death?

Or when death comes is there nothing after the comfortable last breath?

Lend me a pad, I'll sell you a plan

My hideaway is a ride away on the end of the line on the train

Old people and trees rather than gold teeth and cold thieves

Oh it's a fucking shame

Still roll the fucking rang

Sold to the smock in the cane

Then sold to the fucker on drugs with the sold sign on his brain

Still stroll on a cut and run

Bowl in the cold on the strut of done told ya

Too many rappers in the buzz of your ears

Acting up like you acting on fears

Practically gun shit after every last tear

Listen to soul in the cold

House with my spouse

Get mashed to mad bashy

Splash a bit about

Cos the fragrance is important

I say this to be sporting

But i think it like I drink it

It's like walking what you're talking