| Rolling through London, I’ve been cruising a while
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| I see a man in a feud with his gal
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| Yeah about losing his child
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| She was crying him river guess she in denial
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| And the car ain’t tinted
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| And this ain’t none of our business
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| So we ain’t trying to stare too long
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| Me and the driver looked like there ain’t one of us listening
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| And not one of us dissed him
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| Probably both had a row with a sistren
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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
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| We shoulda took the other way — I’m still moaning
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| I shoulda kept that 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, I’m getting 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 stabbed
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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 gotta be the man
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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
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| Rolling through London, where we slipped on a junction
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| Cos I don’t wanna see any more drunkens
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| And I’m talking to myself because
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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 something’s gotta change
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| 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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| And 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 she’ll never escape
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| And this shit used to burn me
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| And that’s why it’s part of my verse B
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| Sitting in a back of a cab, guess this is part of my journey
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| 'Cos this shit used to burn me
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| And that’s why it’s part of my verse B
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| Sitting in the back if a cab, guess this is part of my journey yeah
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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
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| (Oh oh oh woah)
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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 |