Long Way Home Wretch 32 (Ft. Daley)

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Rolling through London, I've been cruising a while
I see a man in a feud with his gal
Yeah about losing his child
She was crying him river guess she in denial
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 there ain't one of us listening
And not one of us dissed him
Probably both had a row with a sistren
While the whole street witnessed
Just gotta turn a blind eye, 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 getting mad
Like would you take a look at these lads
Trying to stop a cab like they can't see man
Alcohol got 'em feeling like they can't be stabbed
And one of them's vomitting kebab
And the other one's hoppin on his back
And his girl tryin to pick him up
That's the one time that she gotta be the man