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

Moves that ain’t never been planned

No goons that were ever in gangs

Where I’m from chat **** get banged

Where I’m from chat **** let the twelve gage rip

Yeah sick how it fits in my hand

I don’t mix with the glitz and the glam

All these stupid *****s on the Gram

I don’t do online beef

Or Neeky Grime beef

I’m way too G-ed up to beef with grime neeks

I bought an AP to help me time keep

My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak

My shooter rides

Shoot a 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, big Mike and Teddy are on grime

I wanna try new things they just want me to sing

Because nobody thinks I write rhymes

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 why would I lie for (oh)

But now I’m back in the track with big Michael

He said ‘Teddy never get off your high horse

And never let them take your crown’

I been away for a while, travelled a millions miles

but I’m heading back London town right now

Jet plane headed up to the sky (to the sky)

Spread wings in the clouds getting high (woo, woo)

We ain’t hit a rave in a while (in a while)

So take me back to London

Bass high, middle night, ceiling low

Sweat brow dripping 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 10 of mine

I arrived at Wembley ahead of time

And that’s stadiums, man are aliens

I drink super malts and vibranium

I got an RM11 titanium

And I rock a 5970 daily but I want soul

I want flows, don’t need tags ripping of my clothes

Don’t need *****s blowing 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 ‘em both

Took this sound that was made in BOW went global man now the case is closed

2015 in Baddingham Pub I told Stormz

Two years you’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

You 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 (woo, woo)

We ain’t hit a rave in a while (in a while)

So take me back to London

Bass high, middle night, ceiling low

Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome (when in Rome)

No town does it quite like my home

So take me back to London