Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Away, artist - CEE
Date of issue: 09.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Break Away |
There’s a reason I ain’t hollering back |
These emails is fuckin' comin' like I’m under attack |
Missed calls and texts, them little red numbers is stacked |
And I’m a busy man fucker, son your problems is wack |
Yeah, I’m finna axe the two-faced bastards |
Who only wanting something for nothing but no gratis |
Download the CD, up in VIP cashless |
Drinking out the rider and buggin' for backstage passes |
They ass backwards, homies that’d used to be down |
Their lack of love ain’t nothin' new to us now |
We finna fuck off these jerk offs and switch up our personnel |
Dippin' on ‘em, like 'bitch, this ain’t workin' out' |
You know the type, they yappin' like they been fans for years |
They at the gig on the dick, tryina hand me beers |
Off stage, they fuckin' up and disappeared |
That’s how it is kid, damn this a bitch, tell ‘em |
See the problem when you get a little status? |
And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna? |
I hear the same old thang |
So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away |
From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards |
And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards |
Sick of the same old thang |
Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away |
Gyeah, there’s a reason I don’t pick up my phone |
You see me out, it’s with a clique of my foes |
Coz mama told me keep my enemies close |
Friends, they just enemies you let in your home |
No loose ends, just the end of the rope |
I broke bread with a few players that turned to the majors |
Backs turned for returning them favours |
They selfish, they have it, they running, nothing but crabs in a bucket |
But fuck it, I’m allergic to shellfish |
Uh the fast life and the past life will clash like |
Broads scrappin' over a man in a cat fight |
They showin' all the dirt from your past like black lights |
And leave you cats scratching your heads like you had lice |
You know the type that’s prone to be poltergeist and gone |
But the moment you holdin' something like they like, it’s on |
Emilio don’t play the role of a pawn |
So tell them corny muhfuckas move on |
See the problem when you get a little status? |
And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna? |
I hear the same old thang |
So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away |
From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards |
And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards |
Sick of the same old thang |
Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away |
There’s a reason I ain’t fuckin with y’all |
A clique of small-minded suckers, so lost |
For the most part, their steez stays weak like they duckin' applause |
They fuckin' lucky someone snuck in the door, this shit’ll come with a cost |
Coz from being so staunch and never changing up |
We staying true to what we do and they estranging us |
And we ain’t finna paint a canvas with a strangers brush |
It’s either we ain’t sayin' much or we the fakest cunts |
Nah, they got us wrong dog, it’s all real |
How I’m sounding ain’t negating the message and still |
We thinking bigger so we moving up a hemisphere |
Decade in the making, never straying, shit is crystal clear |
And we the type that’s motivated to light up the stage |
Get it right, coz truthfully we ignited the flames |
Fuck some snow, sleet, ice and the rain |
Snatch the Fam kid we breaking away, kid we breaking away |
See the problem when you get a little status? |
And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna? |
I hear the same old thang |
So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away |
From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards |
And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards |
Sick of the same old thang |
Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away |