Krept & Konan - The Long Way Home lyrics

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 sh**'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 life Yo, n***a 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 n***a 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 f** 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 n***as doing well, man that sh** ain't often A black n***a that balled, man that sh** ain't common They thought I'd be a typical black n***a 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, sh**'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, n***a 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 legacy I remember sitting in my cla**room Listening to Wiley and Dizzee Rascal Breaking all the cla** 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 f** 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 sh** 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 this Yeah, 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