Wretch 32 - Long Way Home (Feat. Daley) - Sözleri

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 aint tinted, and this aint none of our business

so we aint 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 cant see man

alcohol is got em feeling like they cant 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

walked in the water, in the rain

there's motion but there's no change

its the same old, same old race till its over yeah

Rolling through London, where we slipped on a junction

I dont wanna see anymore drunkerds

and I'm talking to myself cuz I wanna conversation with a little more substance

and its alright, its in the brain

and what a surprise its 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

cuz 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 its part of my verse B

sitting in a back of a cab, guess this is part of my journey (part of life)

cuz this shit used to burn me (oh yeah)

ant that's why its 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

walked in the water, in the rain

there's motion but there's no change

its the same old, same old race till its 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

walked in the water, in the rain

there's motion but there's no change

its the same old, same old race till its 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 its over, over, over

I'm making my own way

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