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Rolling through |
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London, I've been cruising a while |
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I see a man in a feud with his girl |
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Yeah about losing his child |
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She was crying him a river |
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I guess she's in denial |
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And the car ain't tinted, and this aint none of our business |
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So we aint trying to stare too long |
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Me and the driver look like there aint one of us listening |
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And not one of us listening, |
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Probably both had a row with our sisterin, |
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While the whole street witnessed |
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Just gotta turn a blind eye, no winking |
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We still rolling, we shoulda took the other way |
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I'm still moaning |
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I shoulda kept that to myself, still told him |
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So now he's going all the way, real sulkish |
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Clubs are closed, |
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I'm gettin mad |
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Like would you take a look at these lads |
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Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man |
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Alcohol got em feeling like they can't be slapped |
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And one of them's vomitting kebab |
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And the other one's hoppin on his back |
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And his girl tryin to pick him up |
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That's the one time that she's gotta be the man[Chorus - Daley] |
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Taking the long way home again |
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Watching the world drag, in the rain |
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There's motion but there's no change |
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It's the same old, same old |
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Race till it's over yeah[Wretch 32] |
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Rolling through |
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London, where we slipped on a junction |
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I don't wanna see any more drunkards |
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And I'm talking to myself cause |
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I wanna conversation with a little more substance |
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And it's alright, it's in the brain |
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And what a surprise it's gonna rain |
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And we still speed past the homeless |
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And still act like we ain't got enough change |
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I guess summat's gotta change,traffic light he stuntin in a range |
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Imagine I'm sat lusting at the paint |
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While the prostitute screamed that she never got paid |
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Cuz she thinks that she never got raped |
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She's still got the mind of a child |
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That only happens when you never get raised |
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Trapped in a cycle that you can never escape(woahh) |
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And this shit used to burn me(burn me yeah) |
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And that's why it's part of my verse |
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BSitting in a back of a cab, guess this is part of my journey(part of life) |
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Cuz this shit used to burn me(oh yeah) |
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And that's why it's part of my verse |
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B(Ba ba ba la la) |
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Sitting in the back if a cab, guess this is part of my journey yeah(Oh oh oh woah)[Chorus - Daley] |
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Taking the long way home again |
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Watching the world drag, in the rain |
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There's motion but there's no change |
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It's the same old, same old race till it's over yeah[Wretch 32] |
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And these things used to burn me, but now they just part of my journey |
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And these things used to burn me, but now they just part of my journey |
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And these things used to burn me, but now they just part of my journey |
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And these things used to burn me, but now they just part of my journey(Oh oh oh woah)[Chorus - Daley] |
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Taking the long way home again |
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Watching the world drag, in the rain |
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There's motion but there's no change |
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It's the same old, same old race till it's over yeah |
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Taking the long way home again |
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Because there's no way home from here |
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Show me a side, |
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I'll start making my own way back when it's over, over, over |
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I'm making my own way |