Wretch 32 - Breathe (Sha La La) lyrics
[Wretch 32 - Breathe Sha La La lyrics]
Three bedroom house, six live inside it
Queueing up for the bathroom is a hype ting
Che, staring out the window
All you see is rain
What's a little bit of lightning?
Chilling in the ends till police show up
If one makes a joke then they get shown up
And round here your friends are your family
If Dad ain't around then the ends grow dust
These are the times that
You feel most neglected
Cause Mum just sends you to
The shock to get electric
And deep down you didn't wanna go
But if you ever let her know
You'll be living on your own
And right now you're living on the road
But it's nice to know that you've
Got the choice of going home
It's weird cause it's busy in the pitch
But we still can't catch who's
Pissing in the lift
(Sha la la) i'm like just give it a rest
Man, I know best man, please
(Sha la la)
The police are still scattered, preaching
I've had it like please (Sha la la)
Cause all the words I'm hearing got
My eardrums burning like please (Sha la la)
If you've got nothing good to
Say then just keep quiet, breathe
Living paranoid, that's what the game does
Sitting there talking
Now the world is against ya
And now you're scared of what changed us
Why would we leave the estate? It created us
Mum keeps saying I should go and get a job
So that's the reason that
We don't get along
Saying she's gonna send me to
Live with my dad
Everyone's an influence and they're
Leading me on but she don't understand that
I'm my own man
I can make me a grand or make her a gran
Only thing changed is the number of the day
So without sellotape I'mma stick to the plan
Cause it's the only way I know how to live
And don't claim that you know how it is
Cause if you ever walked one mile in my shoes
You'd be slipping in the ends
Like you need better grip
Growing up we were ever so skint
That made it so hard tryna
Be the Fresh Prince
I stopped combing my hair on purpose
Just so my mum would make me get a fresh trim
Looking in the mirror while I'm
Getting out the chair
Mumbling to myself "what the
Fuck you done here?"
But I didn't even say it cause
I know I've gotta pay him
Cuh when you're growing up I
Know nothing makes sense
Odd trim, hoodie up, tryna chat up girls
She said I've chatted up the
Rest of the world
Said I'd sent texts when I never had credit
The truth is I'd done it on free voicemail
I ain't saying that I never had a good life
But every other night I
Had to watch Brookside
The soaps are getting boring and
It's lonely at the bottom
One day I'm gonna make it out the hood life
Queueing up for the bathroom is a hype ting
Che, staring out the window
All you see is rain
What's a little bit of lightning?
Chilling in the ends till police show up
If one makes a joke then they get shown up
And round here your friends are your family
If Dad ain't around then the ends grow dust
These are the times that
You feel most neglected
Cause Mum just sends you to
The shock to get electric
And deep down you didn't wanna go
But if you ever let her know
You'll be living on your own
And right now you're living on the road
But it's nice to know that you've
Got the choice of going home
It's weird cause it's busy in the pitch
But we still can't catch who's
Pissing in the lift
(Sha la la) i'm like just give it a rest
Man, I know best man, please
(Sha la la)
The police are still scattered, preaching
I've had it like please (Sha la la)
Cause all the words I'm hearing got
My eardrums burning like please (Sha la la)
If you've got nothing good to
Say then just keep quiet, breathe
Living paranoid, that's what the game does
Sitting there talking
Now the world is against ya
And now you're scared of what changed us
Why would we leave the estate? It created us
Mum keeps saying I should go and get a job
So that's the reason that
We don't get along
Saying she's gonna send me to
Live with my dad
Everyone's an influence and they're
Leading me on but she don't understand that
I'm my own man
I can make me a grand or make her a gran
Only thing changed is the number of the day
So without sellotape I'mma stick to the plan
Cause it's the only way I know how to live
And don't claim that you know how it is
Cause if you ever walked one mile in my shoes
You'd be slipping in the ends
Like you need better grip
Growing up we were ever so skint
That made it so hard tryna
Be the Fresh Prince
I stopped combing my hair on purpose
Just so my mum would make me get a fresh trim
Looking in the mirror while I'm
Getting out the chair
Mumbling to myself "what the
Fuck you done here?"
But I didn't even say it cause
I know I've gotta pay him
Cuh when you're growing up I
Know nothing makes sense
Odd trim, hoodie up, tryna chat up girls
She said I've chatted up the
Rest of the world
Said I'd sent texts when I never had credit
The truth is I'd done it on free voicemail
I ain't saying that I never had a good life
But every other night I
Had to watch Brookside
The soaps are getting boring and
It's lonely at the bottom
One day I'm gonna make it out the hood life