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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com