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The Long Way Home (feat. Derrick Morgan)

Bottles, bottles, pour it all

Please pour these bottles, bottles for our heavy hearts

Our heavy hearts

My love runs so deep, sit here and pray to God

'Cause we just did it all and the shit's too different

When I put on a show, now they wanna listen

I don't know, on my life

I don't know, on my life

They say, nothing was gained, everything lost all out of heartache

But what I know, look at me now, begging for heartbreak

I don't know, on my life

I don't know, on my lifeYo, nigga check the stacks, check the results

We in your top five by default

I swear to God we're putting UK rap on

Playlists on national radio with a trap song

Respect the fact me and Kone opening some doors

You think they would have put a song like that on there before?

Nah, well I guess we the game changers

A lot of press on this star, we're the game's favourites

My nigga hit me, said that he was in a dark place

But our achievements inspired him, and he can't wait

To be something and chase his dream for real

Just picked my award up in front of Pharrell

Staples Center in L.A., feeling kind of major

Staples in a box, like I'm filing papers

Gonna get a mortgage off of rap, I sad that I'd do it

Now that's what the fuck I call house music

Taking pictures of this money, I'm a pick-pocket

Whip's got a fresh plate, boy I'm dish washing

Young niggas doing well, man that shit ain't often

A black nigga that balled, man that shit ain't common

They thought I'd be a typical black nigga

Making notes out of keys like a bad singer

It could have ended in a grave, so I show my blessings

Or in the can, but that's so depressing

A few of your ratings are still overdue

You still don't hear us? Then we'll grow on you

'Cause we the ones they used to stereotype

Now they play us on radio, we the stereo type

Yeah, nothing better than a proud mum

How man rappers did we outrun?

Bet they didn't think a BET would be the outcome

Wiz Khalifa told us he wants to get on the album

Yeah, shit's so surreal

Labels in the States tryna close a deal

New kids on the block, we the new wave

This good music got me two chains

I say I'm blessed but they're saying that I'm lucky

Selling fast food, I could have ended up a junkie

Look at all the people that we won over

Sex on the couch thinking that I've come so far

Could have chose to sell the green in the blocks fam

And be a green icon, that's a Whatsapp

But nah, nigga I'm just tryna live

All these awards, all that's missing is a BRIT

(Let me, let me break it down)

Money, cars and fame, what you are, a name

People think, start to change

I can try hide it, try fight it

No point, things just aren't the same

The hood just ain't the same

Crime rise, gun wars, bang bang

Might run up on you real quick

Pull it out, won't get a second chance, this ain't a game

Been there, done that, wore the T-shirt

Got the marks, scars from the wars

Tryna gain a name, make a way

Take the game, then charge through the doors

I'ma keep going, keep flowing

Keep showing 'til my arse on the Forbes

From in the hood, little crooks, to Guinness Books

Please start the applause

Please clap for me

I'm the truth, I should work in a factory

MTV lists, number one, we had to be

A mortgage deposit is what they're taxing me

Yeah, I earned this living

Move like I'm Brazilian, German whipping

When it comes to winning awards, you're my son

Because that's over 7-1

It's more than money, this material goals

I'm aware it ain't about these clothes

And that's real, I just hope that you remember me

So I'ma get my foot in the door and leave a legacyI remember sitting in my classroom

Listening to Wiley and Dizzee Rascal

Breaking all the class rules

Now we've got more trophies than Arsenal

About a thousand on the shoes

Mummy's birthday, I put her on a cruise

Tell me what I've gotta prove

My cousin phoned me, said she saw us on the news

I was really in the street, you can go and phone much

Squeezed the gun off in the car, nearly shot my own foot

Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout plaques and a Grammy

From me and Bounce testing out the MAC in the alley

How me made it this far's still a mystery

Dropped the mixtape and made history

Tryna do way more than they expect

Heard the top gets lonely, thank God I got Krept

They say it's our time and I don't wanna be late

I think too much cause I just wanna be great

Girls in the hotel and they don't wanna behave (behave!)

What they gonna say?

First headline show sold out in a day

I pray the fame will never change us

Had the whole arena looking like Wrestlemania

Lights everywhere

This summer, yeah we've been on flights everywhere

Egypt to L.A

Then Amsterdam, smoking weed on the stage

All the things we had to overcome

So I treat every chance like it's my only one

So fuck the fake love and the pretenders

"Don't Waste My Time" got on Eastenders

What can they tell me?

Everywhere I go they want a selfie

I guess that's how it is when you're popular

But watch your back cause snakes ain't only on the Nokia

Sug and Travs got daughter's now

And I'm doing all that shit we used to talk about

When I was young I always dreamed that I would be this

I wish my dad was alive so he could see thisYeah, I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way so I can hear the beat play

I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way just to hear the beat play

I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way home

I'ma take the long way, long way

Songwriters

JOHNSON, CASYO / WILSON, KARL / PATEL, AMISH / KHALEH-PARI, VANIA / RAHMAN, FATEH MOHAMMEDPublished by

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