Lirik Lagu Take Me Back To London ~ Ed Sheeran 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 ever been planned

Know goons that were never in gangs

Where I'm from chat shit get banged

Where I'm from chat shit, let the 12-gauge rip

Yeah, sick how it fits in my hand

I don't mix with the glitz and the glam

Or 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, shoot a guy

Leave you wet like you scuba dive

You were younger then, and now we're 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, what would I lie for? (Oh)

But now I'm back in 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, traveled 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, ceiling low (ceiling low)

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

No town does it quite like my home (they don't)

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 5970 daily

But I want soul

I want flows

Don't need tags ripping off my clothes

Don't need pricks 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 give 'em both

Took this sound that was made in Bow and went global, man

Now the case is closed

2015 in a Badingham pub

I told Stormz two years you'll be wrapping it up

And you'll go through tears with the people you love

And 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, ceiling low (ceiling low)

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

No town does it quite like my home (like my home)

So take me back to London

So take me back to London