Take Me Back to London 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 (Twanged) News that ain't ever been planned (Planned) No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs) Where I'm from trap shit, get banged (What?) Where I'm from trap shit, let a 12 gauge drip 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 for 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 Leave you wet like you scuba dived We 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 biz with my guys Give me a pack of the crisps and 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 like Big Michael (Woah) You said, to be never get off your high horse And never let 'em take your crown I've been away for a while, travelled a billion 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 nights, 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 On 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, you man are aliens I drink super-molten Vibranium I go hard, I'm a livin' titanium And then I work a five-nine-seven now daily, but I want slow, I want flows Don't need tags ripping 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, amazin' flows Grime or rap, man, I gave 'em both Took this sound that was made in Bow Went global, man, now the piece 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 Glasgow, (Headline stop) 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 nights, 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