Long Way Home - Wretch 32, Daley

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