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 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 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 can't see man
Alcohol is got em feeling like they can't 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
Watching the world drive 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
I don't wanna see anymore drunkerds
And I'm talking to myself cause 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 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
Cause 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 it's part of my verse b
Sitting in a back of a cab, guess
This is part of my journey (part of life)
Cause this shit used to burn me (oh yeah)
Ant that's why it's 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
Watching the world drive in the rain
There's motion but there's no change
It's the same old, same old race till it's 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
Watching the world drive in the rain
There's motion but there's no change
It's the same old, same old race till it's 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 it's over, over, over
I'm making my own way