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
I do deals but I
never get twanged
News that ain't
ever been planned
Know goons that
were never in gangs
Where I'm from chat
s**t get banged
Where I'm from trap s**t
let a twelve gauge drip
Yeah it's sick how
it fits in my hand
I don't mix with the glitz
and the glam
All these stupid p****s
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
Bought an AP to help
me timekeep
My shooter ride deep
he moves when I speak
My shooter ride
He shoot a 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
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
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
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 p****s
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...
2015 in a Baddingham pub
I told Stormz two years
you'll be wrapping it up
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
So take me
back to London