Wretch 32, Daley - Long Way Home lyrics
[Wretch 32, Daley - Long Way Home lyrics]
Rolling through London
I've been cruising a while
I see a man in a feud with his gal
Yeah about losing his child
She was crying him river guess she in denial
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 there
Ain't one of us listening
And not one of us dissed him
Probably both had a row with a sistren
While the whole street witnessed
Just gotta turn a blind eye, 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 getting mad
Like would you take a look at these lads
Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man
Alcohol got 'em feeling like
They can't be stabbed
And one of them's vomitting kebab
And the other one's 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 drag, 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
Cos I don't wanna see any more drunkens
And I'm talking to myself because
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 still speed past the homeless
And still act like we
Ain't got enough change
I guess something's 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
And she thinks that she never got raped
She's still got the mind of a child
That only happens when you never get raised
Trapped in a cycle she'll never escape
And this shit used to burn me
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
'Cos this shit used to burn me
And that's why it's part of my verse B
Sitting in the back if a cab
Guess this is part of my journey 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
Because there's no way home from here
Show me a side i'll start making my own way
Back when it's over, over, over
I'm making my own way
I've been cruising a while
I see a man in a feud with his gal
Yeah about losing his child
She was crying him river guess she in denial
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 there
Ain't one of us listening
And not one of us dissed him
Probably both had a row with a sistren
While the whole street witnessed
Just gotta turn a blind eye, 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 getting mad
Like would you take a look at these lads
Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man
Alcohol got 'em feeling like
They can't be stabbed
And one of them's vomitting kebab
And the other one's 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 drag, 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
Cos I don't wanna see any more drunkens
And I'm talking to myself because
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 still speed past the homeless
And still act like we
Ain't got enough change
I guess something's 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
And she thinks that she never got raped
She's still got the mind of a child
That only happens when you never get raised
Trapped in a cycle she'll never escape
And this shit used to burn me
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
'Cos this shit used to burn me
And that's why it's part of my verse B
Sitting in the back if a cab
Guess this is part of my journey 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
Because there's no way home from here
Show me a side i'll start making my own way
Back when it's over, over, over
I'm making my own way