Long way home
Troy Cassar-Daley Lyrics

Rolling through London
Driving through the city of London

I've been cruising a while
I've been driving around for some time

I see a man in a feud with his gal
I spot a man who is arguing with his girlfriend

Yeah about losing his child
The argument is about losing their child

She was crying him river guess she in denial
The girlfriend is crying a lot, maybe she is in denial

And the car ain't tinted
The car's windows are not tinted

And this ain't none of our business
It's not our business to get involved

So we ain't trying to stare too long
We don't want to stare for too long

Me and the driver looked like there
Me and the driver acted like we weren't there

Ain't one of us listening
Neither of us is listening to their argument

And not one of us dissed him
Neither of us insulted him

Probably both had a row with a sistren
Maybe both of us had a fight with our sister

While the whole street witnessed
The whole street saw the argument

Just gotta turn a blind eye, no winking
We have to ignore it and not make any gestures or signals

We still rolling
We're still driving

We shoulda took the other way
We should have taken a different route

- I'm still moaning
But I'm still complaining about it

I shoulda kept that myself - still told him
I should have kept my complaint to myself, but I still mentioned it to the driver

So now he's going all the way, real sulkish
So now he's driving in a bad mood all the way

Clubs are closed, I'm getting mad
The nightclubs are closed and I'm getting angry

Like would you take a look at these lads
Look at these young guys

Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man
Trying to flag down a taxi like they can't see us

Alcohol got 'em feeling like
Alcohol has made them feel like

They can't be stabbed
They can't be hurt

And one of them's vomitting kebab
And one of them is throwing up after eating kebab

And the other one's hoppin on his back
And the other one is jumping on his friend's back

And his girl tryin to pick him up
And his girlfriend is trying to lift him up

That's the one time that she
That's the only time when she

Gotta be the man
Has to take charge in the situation

Watching the world drag, in the rain
Watching the world go by slowly on a rainy day

There's motion but there's no change
Things are moving but nothing is really changing

It's the same old, same old
It's the usual, repetitive routine

Rolling through London
Driving through the city of London

Where we slipped on a junction
Where we almost had an accident at a junction

Cos I don't wanna see any more drunkens
Because I don't want to see any more drunken people

And I'm talking to myself because
And I'm chatting to myself because

I wanna conversation with a
I want to have a conversation with someone who

Little more substance
Has a little more depth to it

And it's alright, it's in the brain
And that's okay, it's in my mind

And what a surprise - it's gonna rain
And how surprising, it's going to rain

And we still speed past the homeless
And we still drive past the homeless people quickly

And still act like we
And still pretend like we

Ain't got enough change
Don't have enough money to give them

I guess something's gotta change
I suppose something has to change

Traffic light he stuntin' in a Range
A guy is showing off his Range Rover at the traffic light

Imagine I'm sat lusting at the paint
I'm admiring the car's paint job

While the prostitute screamed that
While a prostitute is screaming that

She never got paid
She didn't get paid for her services

And she thinks that she never got raped
And she believes that she was not raped

She's still got the mind of a child
She still has a childlike mind

That only happens when you never get raised
That only happens when you don't have a proper upbringing

Trapped in a cycle she'll never escape
Stuck in a vicious cycle from which she will never break free

And this shit used to burn me
And this used to upset me

And that's why it's part of my verse B
That's why it's in my second verse

Sitting in a back of a cab
Sitting in the back seat of a taxi

Guess this is part of my journey
I guess this is part of my experience

'Cos this shit used to burn me
Because this used to upset me

Taking the long way home again
Choosing to take a longer route home

Because there's no way home from here
Because there is no direct way to get home from where we are

Show me a side i'll start making my own way
If you show me a path, I'll start finding my own way

Back when it's over, over, over
When it's all done and dusted

I'm making my own way
I'm finding my own path