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Letras

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Yo, I do deals but I never get twanged
Moves that ain't ever been planned
No goons that were never in gangs
Where I'm from chat shit get banged
Where I'm from chat shit, let the 12-gauge rip
Yeah, sick how it fits in my hand
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
I don't do online beef, or need your grime beef
I'm way too G'd up to beef with with grime neek
I bought an AP to help me time-keep
My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
My shooter ride, he'll shoot guy
Leave you wet like you scuba dive
We were younger then, and now we're unified
South London boys get ya crucified
I'm gone
[Verse 3]
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 biz 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, traveled a million miles
But I'm heading back to London Town, right now
[Verse 4]
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 of the night, ceiling low
Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home
So take me back to
[Verse 5]
Birmingham, 0-1-2-1, standard
You better tell them the 'ooligan'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
Blood, take off your shoes when you're here
Yo, I can turn booze into cheers
T-twenty man, cruise through the gears
Red-blues when I'm here
It's Brom, fam, are you dumb?
Red, red, wine, or you want a REDЯUM?
You can be forty, you don't wanna war me
End of story, you're gonna get spun
Man smoke weed till 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 Weston
It's bro
[Verse 6]
Old-school raving, back to Scala
And the AP packed with gallie
Take me back to Mannie
Blacked out Rov' full of Yak and Maggie
And the S3 beautiful like packs of Cali
Hit the booth, man, slap it, snap it
Bap bap, that's that, trap rap to map it
Some man are blessed, some are bad and trappy
It gets cold up North, pack your hat and jacket
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
Then came with that flame
Day to day, we on stage
I make my cake, then I skate
And catch the next plane
Bakin' up when I wake
Rake it up, get it saved
It's make it or break
[Verse 7]
It's make it or break
Human, man still make a mistake
Mad now, Aitch just made a mixtape
[Verse 8]
Told Jaykae to make the next eight
We're 'bout to set pace
Can't get about no more, it gets bate
[Verse 9]
And I don't get a head no more, I get a face
[Verse 10]
She don't want him no more, she wants Jay
[Verse 11]
And she don't want me no more, she wants Aitch
[Verse 12]
Ay
[Verse 13]
Jaykae make a lot of P
Go straight there if it's where I gotta be
[Verse 14]
Wait, stop, pop my collar, I'm a G
Five million, minimum, what I wanna see
[Verse 15]
And anything I want, I put that to bed
Tell Mumsie that I'm on a track with Ed
Aim this one at your head
[Verse 16]
Write bars with the pen on the pad when the battery's dead
[Verse 17]
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 of the night, ceiling low
Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home
So take me back to London
[Verse 18]
So take me back to London
Written by: Ed Sheeran, Fred Gibson, Max Martin, Michael Omari, Shellback

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