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
News that ain't ever been planned
No goons that were never in gangs
Where I'm from, chat s t get banged
Where I'm from, chat shit,let a 12
gauge rip Yeah, it's sick how it
fits in my hand
I don't mi with the glitz and the 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
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
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low
Sweat brow drippin' down, 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 remi , 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 super molten Vibranium
I got an RM11 titanium
And I rock a 5970 daily, but
I want soul, 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 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
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home
So take me back to London
So take me back to London
