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 So take me back to London