[Start]
[Chorus]
D#m B D#m
■ Jet plane headed up to the sky
B D#m
■ Spread wings in the clouds getting high
B
We ain't hit a rave in a while
C#
So take me back to London
[Verse]
D#m
Yo I do deals but I never get twanged
D#7
Moves that ain't ever been planned
F#
Know goons that were never in gangs
F#
Where I'm from chat shit get banged
D#m
Where I'm from chat shit let a twelve gauge rip
D#m
Yeah it's sick how it fits in my hand
D#m
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam
D#m
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
D#m
I don't do online beef or neeky grime beef
D#m
I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek
F# C7
I bought an AP to help me time keep
C7
My shooter ride deep he moves when I speak
C7
My shooter ride he shoot a guy
C7
Leave you wet like you scuba dived
C7
We were younger then and now we're unified
D#m
South London boys get you crucified I'm gone
D#m
It's that time
D#m
Big Mike and Teddy are on grime
D#m
I wanna try new things they just want me to sing
G#7
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
D#m
And now I'm back in the bits with my guy
D#m
Give me a packet of crisps with my pint
D#m
I hit my friends up go straight to the pub
D#m
'cause I haven't been home in time yes I
D#m
But that's my fault
G#7
Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour
D#m
Yes I ain't kidding what would I lie for
D#m
But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael
D#m
He said Teddy never get off your high horse
D#m
And never let 'em take your crown
D#m
I've been away for a while travelled a million miles
D#7
But I'm heading back to London town right now
[Chorus]
D#m D#7
Jet plane headed up to the sky
D#m C# D#m
Spread wings ■ ■ in the clouds getting high
D#m
We ain't hit a rave in a while
D#m
So take me back to London
D#m
Bass high middle nights ceilin' low
D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down when in Rome
D#m
No town does it quite like my home
D#m
So take me back to
D#m
Birmingham one hundred and twentyone stand up
[Verse]
D#m
You better tell them the hooligan's here
D#m
My team can't lose when I'm here
F#
Outside quick twos and a beer
F#
You see me when I choose to appear
C7 D#m D#7
Just paid a few bag for my carpet
D#7
Blud take off your shoes when you're here
C7
Yo I can turn boos into cheers
C7
Tiptronic man cruise through the gears
C7
Rep blues when I'm here
D#m
It's Brum
D#m
Fam are you dumb
D#m
Red red wine or you want a redrum
A# A#7
You can be forty you don't wanna war me
A#7
End of story you're gunna get spun
D#m
Man smoke weed til my whole head's numb
A#
Don't talk greaze 'cause I won't take none
A#7
Vip in my own section
D#m
Wild wild west with the old western it's Brum
D#m
Old school raving back to scally
F#
And the AP packed with gally
F#
Take me back to Manny
F#
Blacked out Roll full of yack and maggot
C7 D#m
And a Sthree boot full of packs of Cali
D#m
Hit the booth man slap it snap it
C7
Bap bap that's that trap rap to mappy
C7
Some man are blessed some are bad and trappy
D#m
Gets cold up north pack your hat and trackie'
D#m
Huh man was made to set pace
D#m
Young Aitch I came for first place
A# A#7
Made a change to get paid
A#7
Fam I stayed in my lane and came with that flame
D#m
Day to day we on stage
A#
Make my K then I skate and catch the next plane
A#
Baking up when I wake
G#7
Rake it up get it saved
G#7
It's make it or break
D#m
It's make it or break
D#m
Human man still make a mistake
G# D#m
Mad now Aitch just made a mixtape
G#7
Told Jaykae to make the next eight
G#7
We 'bout to set pace'
D#m
I can't get about no more it gets bait
D#m
And I don't get head no more I get face
D#m
She don't want him no more she wants Jay
G#7 D#m
And she don't want me no more she wants Aitch
D#m
Jaykae make a lot of P
D#m
Go straight there if that's where I've got to be
D#m
Wait stop pop my collar I'm a G
B
Five million minimum what I wanna see
D#m
And anything I'm gonna put that to bed
D#m
Tell mumsy that I'm on a track with Ed
G#7
Aim this one at your head
C7 D#m G#7
Write bars with a pen on a pad when the battery's dead
[Chorus]
D#m
Jet plane headed up to the sky
D#m
Spread wings in the clouds getting high
D#m
We ain't hit a rave in a while
C#7
So take me back to London
D#m
Bass high middle nights ceilin' low
B D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down when in Rome
B
No town does it quite like my home
C# D#m B C#
So take me back to London ■ ■ ■
[Outro]
[End]
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