Long Way Home

Rolling through london, I been cruising a while

I see a man in a fued with his girl

About losing his child, she was crying

Him river I guess she in denile

And the car ain't tinted, and this

Ain't none of our business

So we ain't trying to stare too long, me

And the driver looked like neither of us listening

And not one of us listening, we probably

Both had a row with our sisterin

While the whole street witnessed

Just gotta turn a blind eye and no winking

We still rolling, we shoulda took the other way

I'm still moaning

I shoulda kept that myself, still told him

So now he's going all the way, real sulkish

Clubs are closed, I'm gettin mad

Like would you take a look at these lads

Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man

Alcohol is got em feeling like they can't be stabbed

And one of them's vomiting kebab and

The other is hoppin on his back

And his girl tryin to pick him up, that's

The one time that she gotta be the man

Taking the long way home again

Watching the world drive in the rain

There's motion but there's no change

It's the same old, same old race till it's over yeah

Rolling through london, where we slipped on a junction

I don't wanna see anymore drunkerds

And I'm talking to myself cause I wanna

Conversation with a little more substance

And it's alright, it's in the brain

And what a surprise it's gonna rain

And we speed past the homeless

And still act like we not got enough change

I guess summats gotta change, traffic light he stuntin in a range

Imagine I'm sat lusting at the paint

While the prostitute screamed that she never got paid

Cause she thinks that she never got raped

Still got the mind of a child

That only happens when you never get raised

Trapped in a cycle that you can never escape (woahh)

And this shit used to burn me (burn me yeah)

And that's why it's part of my verse b

Sitting in a back of a cab, guess

This is part of my journey (part of life)

Cause this shit used to burn me (oh yeah)

Ant that's why it's part of my verse b (ba ba ba la la)

Sitting in the back if a cab, guess

This is part of my journey (oh oh oh woah)

Taking the long way home again

Watching the world drive in the rain

There's motion but there's no change

It's the same old, same old race till it's over yeah

And these things used to burn me

But now they just part of my journey

And these things used to burn me

But now they just part of my journey

And these things used to burn me

But now they just part of my journey

And these things used to burn me

But now they just part of my journey (oh oh oh woah)

Taking the long way home again

Watching the world drive in the rain

There's motion but there's no change

It's the same old, same old race till it's over yeah

Taking the long way home again

Because there's no way home from here

So much for cycle, I'll start making

My own way back when it's over, over, over

I'm making my own way