Take Me Back to London (feat. Stormzy)

Jet-plane headed up to the sky
 Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
 We ain't hit a rave in a while
 So take me back to London (Yo)
 I do deals, but I never get twanged (twanged)
 Moves that ain't ever been planned (planned)
 Know goons that were never in gangs (gangs)
 Where I'm from chat shit, get banged (what?)
 Where I'm from chat shit, let the 12 gage rip
 Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
 I don't mix with the glitz and the glam (glam)
 All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
 I don't do online beef, or neeky grime beef
 I'm way too G'd up, to beef a grime neek
 I bought an AP to help me time keep
 My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
 My shooter ride (ride), he shoot a guy (guy)
 Leave you wet like you scuba dived
 You were younger then and now we unified
 South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone
 It's that time (woo)
 Big Mike and Teddy are on grime (woo)
 I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing
 Because nobody thinks I write rhymes (boop)
 And now I'm back in the bits with my guy
 Give me a packet of crisps with my pint
 I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub
 'Cause I haven't been home in time, yes, I
 But that's my fault (oh)
 Grossed half a billi' on the Divide tour (oh)
 Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for? (oh)
 But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael (woah)
 He said Teddy never get off your high horse
 And never let 'em take your crown
 I've been away for a while, travelled a million miles
 But I'm heading back to London town right now
 Jet plane headed up to the sky (to the sky)
 Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (woop, woop)
 We ain't hit a rave in a while (in a while)
 So take me back to London
 Bass high, middle night, ceilin' low (ceilin' low)
 Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (when in Rome)
 No town does it quite like my home
 So take me back to London (yo)
 When I squeeze off this little pen of mine
 Done the remix, now I got Ed on grime
 And this ain't like any top ten of mine
 I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
 And that's stadiums, man are aliens
 I drink supermalts and Vibranium
 I got an RM11 titanium
 And I rock a 5970 daily
 But I want soul, I want flows
 Don't need tags rippin' off my clothes
 Don't need pricks blowin' up my phone
 And Ted said, "That's just the way things go"
 It's just the way things go, amazing flows
 Grime or rap, man, I gave them both
 Took this sound that was made in Bow
 Went global, man, now the case is closed
 2015 in a Badingham pub
 I told Stormz two years, he'll be wrapping it up
 And you'll go through tears with the people you love
 But when you get to the top, man, it's never enough
 'Cause you can win BRITS (it don't stop)
 And you can do Glasto (headline slot)
 But when you're miles away and you're feeling alone
 Gotta remember that there ain't no place like home
 Jet plane headed up to the sky (to the sky)
 Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (getting high)
 We ain't hit a rave in a while (in a while)
 So take me back to London
 Bass high, middle night, ceilin' low (ceilin' low)
 Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (when in Rome)
 No town does it quite like my home (like my home)
 So take me back to London
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 So take me back to London