Take Me Back To London Lyrics - Ed Sheeran

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 

News that ain't ever been planned 

No 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 

All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram 

I don't do online beef, or need your grime beef 

I'm way too G'd up to beef with with grime neek 

I bought an AP to help me time-keep 

My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak 

My shooter ride, shooter guy 

Leave you wet like you scuba dive 

We were younger then, and now we're unified 

South London boys get ya crucified 

I'm gone 

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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 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, traveled a million miles 

But I'm heading back to London Town, right now 

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 

Bass high, middle nine, ceiling low 

Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome 

No town does it quite like my home 

So take me back to London 

Yeah, when I squeeze off this little plan 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 super-molten vibranium 

I go hard, I'm a living titanium 

And I rock 5970 daily 

But I want soul 

I want flows 

Don't need tags drippin' 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 gave 'em both 

Took this sound that was made in Bow and 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 

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 

Spread wings in the clouds, getting high 

We ain't hit a rave in a while 

So take me back to London 

Bass high, middle nine, ceiling low 

Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome 

No town does it quite like my home 

So take me back to London