Take Me Back to London Chords by Ed Sheeran

[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]

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