Take Me Back To London

D#m     B         F#            D#m
    Jet plane headed up to the sky
       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while
    C#                    N.C.
So take me back to London

         D#m
Yo, I do deals, but I never get twanged (Twanged)
B                      F#
News that ain't ever been planned (Planned)
   D#m
No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)
          B                 F#
Where I'm from, chat shit, get banged (What?)
          D#m
Where I'm from, chat shit, let the 12 gauge rip
      B                 F#
Yeah, sick how it fits in my hand (Hand)
        B
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam (Glam)
          C#
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
        D#m
I don't do online beef, or neeky grime beef
    B               F#
I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek
  D#m
I bought an AP to help me time keep
     B                 F#
My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
   D#m
My shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy (Guy)
B                    F#
Leave you wet like you scuba dived
        B
We were younger then and now we're unified
      C#                                    N.C.
South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone

It's that time
Big Mike and Teddy are on grime
        D#m
I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing
        B                  F#   N.C.
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
            D#m
And now I'm back in the biz with my guy
          B                         F#
Give me a packet of the crisps and my pint
      B
I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub
         C#
'Cause I haven't been home in time
     D#m                     N.C.
Yes, I, but that's my fault (Oh)
        B                      F#         N.C.
Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour (Oh)
     D#m                                     N.C.
Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for? (Oh)
            B                       F#
But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael (Woah)
          D#m
He said, "Teddy, never get off your high horse
    B                  F#
And never let 'em take your crown"
           B
I've been away for a while, travelled a billion miles
        C#                                D#m
But I'm heading back to London town right now

    B         F#            D#m
Jet plane headed up to the sky (To the sky)
       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (Woop, woop)
   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a while)
    C#                    D#m
So take me back to London
     B          F#                 D#m
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)
      B           F#              D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)
   B          F#              B
No town does it quite like my home
    C#                    N.C.
So take me back to London

            D#m
Yo, when I squeeze off this little plan of mine
       B              F#
On the remix, now I got Ed on grime
         D#m
And this ain't like any top ten of mine
    B                 F#
I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
            D#m
And that's stadiums, man are aliens
        B            F#
I drink super-molten Vibranium
     B
I go hard, I'm a livin' titanium
             C#
And I rock a 5970 daily
           D#m          F#
But I want soul, I want flows
Don't need tags ripping off my clothes
           D#m
Don't need pricks blowin' up my phone
               B                      F#
And Ted said, "That's just the way things go"
              D#m
It's just the way things go, amazin' flows
B                           N.C.
Grime or rap, man, I gave 'em both
B
Took this sound that was made in Bow
     C#
Went global, man, now the piece is closed

   D#m
2015 in a Baddingham pub
                  D#m
I told Stormz two years, he'll be wrapping it up
                      D#m
And you'll go through tears with the people you love
                        D#m
But when you get to the top, man, it's never enough
 F#                N.C.
'Cause you can win BRITS (It don't stop)
               B                N.C.
And you can do Glasto (Headline slot)
                B
But when you're miles away and you're feeling alone
        C#                                    D#m
Gotta remember that there ain't no place like home

    B         F#            D#m
Jet plane headed up to the sky (To the sky)
       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (Woop, woop)
   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a while)
    C#                    D#m
So take me back to London
     B          F#                 D#m
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)
      B           F#              D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)
   B          F#              B
No town does it quite like my home
    C#
So take me back to London

|D#m     |B  F#   | x2
B      C#                  D#m
   So take me back to London

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