Pop
Take Me Back to London (feat. Stormzy)
by Ed Sheeran
Release Date:
2019-07-12
Lyrics
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 **** get banged
Where I’m from chat **** let the twelve gage rip
Yeah it’s sick how it fits in my hand
I don’t mix with the glitz and the 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
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 what would I lie for (oh)
But now I’m back on the track with big Michael
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 millions 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 (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 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 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 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 Baddingham 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, ceiling 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
