Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Me Back to London , by - Ed Sheeran. Release date: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take Me Back to London |
| 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 |
| Know 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 |
| Or 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, shoot a guy |
| Leave you wet like you scuba dive |
| You 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 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 in 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 (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, ceiling low (ceiling low) |
| Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome (when in Rome) |
| No town does it quite like my home (they don't) |
| 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 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 give 'em both |
| Took this sound that was made in Bow and went global, man |
| Now the case is closed |
| 2015 in a Badingham 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 (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, ceiling low (ceiling low) |
| Sweat brow dripping 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 |