Ed Sheeran - 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 Moves that ain't ever been planned No goons that were never in gangs Where I'm from chat sh*t get banged Where I'm from chat sh*t, 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 neeky grime beef I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neeks 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 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 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 night, ceiling low Sweat brow dripping down 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 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 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 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 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 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 night, ceiling low Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome No town does it quite like my home So take me back to London So take me back to London