Take Me Back To London (remix) 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 (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 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 for grime neek 

I bought an AP to help me time keep 

My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak 

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My shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy 

Leave you wet like you scuba dived 

We were younger then and now we're unified 

South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone 

It's that time (Woo) 

Big Mike and Teddy are on grime (Woo) 

I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing 

Because nobody thinks I write rhymes (Boop) 

And now I'm back in the biz with my guy 

Give me a pack of the crisps and 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 like Big Michael (Woah) 

You said, to be never get off your high horse 

And never let 'em take your crown 

I've been away for a while, travelled 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 (Woop, woop) 

We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a while) 

So take me back to London 

Bass 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 

So take me back to London (Yo) 

When I squeeze off this little pen of mine 

On 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, you man are aliens 

I drink super-molten Vibranium 

I go hard, I'm a livin' Titanium 

And then I work a five-nine-seven now daily, but 

I want slow, I want flows 

Don't need tags ripping 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 piece 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 

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 Glasgow (Headline stop) 

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 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 

So take me back to London