Take Me Back To London (Remix) [feat. Stormzy, Jaykae & Aitch]

作曲：Ed Sheeran,Fred Gibson,Harrison Armstrong,Janum Khan,Max Martin,Michael Omari,Shellback

Jet plane headed up to the sky

Spread wings in the clouds getting high

We ain't hit a rave in a while (Sounds of the sir)

So take me back to London (Yo)

Yo

I do deals but I never get twanged (Twanged)

Moves that ain't ever been planned (Planned)

No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)

Where I'm from chat ** get banged (What)

Where I'm from chat ** let a 12 gauge rip

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 neek

I bought an AP to help me time keep

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

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 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 (Woah)

He said Teddy never get off your high horse

And never let 'em take your crown

I've been away for a while travelled 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 what)

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 (They don't)

So take me back to

Birmingham 0121 stand up

You better tell them the hooligan's here

My team can't lose when I'm here

Outside quick twos and a beer

You see me when I choose to appear

Just paid a few bag for my carpet

Blud take off your shoes when you're here

Yo I can turn boos into cheers

Trip chunning man choose for the gears

Rep blues when I'm here

It's Brum

Fam are you dumb

Red red wine or you want a redrum

You can be forty you don't wanna war me

End of story you're gunna get spun

Man smoke ** til my whole head's numb

Don't talk greaze 'cause I won't take none

VIP in my own section

Wild wild west with the old western it's Brum

Old school raving back to scally

And the AP packed with gally

Take me back to Manny

Blacked out Roll full of yack and maggot

And a S3 boot full of packs of Cali

Hit the booth man slap it snap it

Bap bap that's that trap rap to mappy

Some man are blessed some are bad and trappy

Gets cold up north pack your hat and trackie'

Huh man was made to set pace

Young Aitch I came for first place

Made a change to get paid

Fam I stayed in my lane and came with that flame

Day to day we on stage

Make my K then I skate and catch the next plane

Baking up when I wake

Rake it up get it saved

It's make it or break

It's make it or break

Human man still make a mistake

Mad now Aitch just made a mixtape

Told Jaykae to make the next eight

We 'bout to set pace'

I can't get about no more it gets bait

And I don't get head no more I get face

She don't want him no more she wants Jay

And she don't want me no more she wants Aitch (Aye)

Jaykae make a lot of P (Uh)

Go straight there if that's where I've got to be

Wait stop pop my collar I'm a G

5 million minimum what I wanna see

And anything I'm gonna put that to bed

Tell mumsy that I'm on a track with Ed

Aim this one at your head

Write bars with a pen on a pad when the battery's dead

Jet plane headed up to the sky (0161)

Spread wings in the clouds getting high (0121)

We ain't hit a rave in a while (Sounds of the s-)

So take me back to London (Woo)

Bass high middle nights ceilin' low

Sweat brow drippin' down when in Rome

No town does it quite like my home (Like my home)

So take me back to London