text: Take Me Back to London Lyrics
  Jet plane headed up to the sky
  Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
  We aint hit a rave in a while
  So take me back to London 
  I do deals, but I never get twanged 
  Moves that aint ever been planned 
  No goons that were never in gangs 
  Where Im from, chat shit get banged 
  Where Im from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
  Yeah, its sick how it fits in my hand 
  I dont mix with the glitz and the glam 
  All these stupid pricks on the Gram
  I dont do online beef, or neeky grime beef
  Im way too Gd up to beef with grime neek
  I bought an AP to help me time keep
  My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
  My shooter ride , he shoot a guy 
  Leave you wet like you scuba dived
  We were younger then and now were unified
  South London boys, get you crucified, Im gone
  Its 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 Im 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 havent been home in time, yes, I
  But thats my fault 
  Grossed half a billi on the Divide Tour 
  Yes, I aint kidding, what would I lie for? 
  But now Im back on the track with Big Michael 
  He said, Teddy, never get off your high horse
  And never let em take your crown
  Ive been away for a while, traveled a million miles
  But Im heading back to London town right now
  Jet plane headed up to the sky 
  Spread wings in the clouds, getting high 
  We aint hit a rave in a while 
  So take me back to London
  Bass high, middle nights, ceilin low 
  Sweat brow drippin down, 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 aint like any top ten of mine
  I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
  And thats 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
  Dont need tags ripping off my clothes
  Dont need pricks blowin up my phone
  And Ted said, Thats just the way things go
  Its just the way things go, amazin 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 a Badingham pub
  I told Stormz two years, hell be wrapping it up
  And youll go through tears with the people you love
  But when you get to the top, man, its never enough
  Cause you can win BRITs 
  And you can do Glasto 
  But when youre miles away and youre feeling alone
  Gotta remember that there aint no place like home
  Jet plane headed up to the sky 
  Spread wings in the clouds, getting high 
  We aint hit a rave in a while 
  So take me back to London
  Bass high, middle nights, ceilin low 
  Sweat brow drippin down, when in Rome 
  No town does it quite like my home 
  So take me back to London
  So take me back to London16Embed