Take Me Back to London

Take Me Back to London - Evan Collins/Kai Scott

Lyrics by：Michael Omari/Frederick John Philip Gibson/Johan Karl Schuster/Max Martin/Edward Christopher Sheeran

Composed by：Michael Omari/Frederick John Philip Gibson/Johan Karl Schuster/Max Martin/Edward Christopher Sheeran

Jet-plane headed up to the sky

Spread wings in the clouds gettin' high

We ain't hit a rave in a while

So take me back to London

Yo woo

I do deals but I never get twanged twanged

News that ain't ever been planned planned

Know goons that were never in gangs gangs

Where I'm from trap s**t get banged what

Where I'm from trap s**t 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 with grime neeks

I bought an AP to help me timekeep

My shooter ride deep he moves when I speak

My shooter ride ride he shoot a guy guy

Leave you wet like you scuba dived

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 on the track with big Michael whoa

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 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 woo woo

We ain't hit a rave in a while in a what

So take me back to London

Bass high middle night ceilin' low ceilin' low

Sweat brow drippin' 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 woo

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 supermalt and Vibranium

I got an RM11 titanium

And I rock a 5970 daily

But I want soul I want flows

Don't need tags rippin' 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 case is closed

2015 in a Baddingham pub

I told Stormz two years youu'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 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 gettin' high getting high

We ain't hit a rave in a while in a what

So take me back to London

Bass high middle night 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