Take Me Back to London (feat. Stormzy) - karaoke text
Jet plane headed up to the skySpread wings in the clouds, getting highWe ain't hit a rave in a whileSo 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 dripYeah, 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 'GramI don't do online beef, or neeky grime beefI'm way too G'd up to beef for grime neekI bought an AP to help me time keepMy shooter ride deep, he moves when I speakMy shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy (Guy)Leave you wet like you scuba divedWe were younger then and now we're unifiedSouth London boys, get you crucified, I'm goneIt's that timeBig Mike and Teddy are on grimeI wanna try new things, they just want me to singBecause nobody thinks I write rhymesAnd now I'm back in the biz with my guysGive me a pack of the crisps and my pintI hit my friends up, go straight to the pub'Cause I haven't been home in time, yes, IBut 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, And never let 'em take your crownI've been away for a while, travelled a billion milesBut I'm heading back to London town right nowJet 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 LondonBass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)No town does it quite like my homeSo take me back to LondonYo, when I squeeze off this little pen of mineOn the remix, now I got Ed on grimeAnd this ain't like any top ten of mineI arrived at Wembley ahead of timeAnd that's stadiums, you man are aliensI drink super-molten VibraniumI go hard, I'm a livin' titaniumAnd I work a five-nine-seven, no daily, butI want slow, I want flowsDon't need tags ripping off my clothesDon't need pricks blowin' up my phoneAnd Ted said, It's just the way things go, amazin' flowsGrime or rap, man, I gave 'em bothTook this sound that was made in BowWent global, man, now the piece is closed2015 in a Baddingham pubI told Stormz two years, he'll be wrapping it upAnd you'll go through tears with the people you loveBut 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 slot)But when you're miles away and you're feeling aloneGotta 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 LondonBass 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
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