Ed Sheeran – Take Me Back to London Song Lyrics

About Ed Sheeran: Edward Christopher “Ed” Sheeran (born 17 February 1991) is an English singer-songwriter and producer. He was born in Halifax, before moving to Framlingham. He learned to play guitar and started writing songs at a young age. He began recording in 2005 and moved to London in 2008 to pursue a music career. In 2009, he played 312 gigs. In early 2011, Sheeran released an independent extended play, No. 5 Collaborations Project which led him to be signed to Asylum / Atlantic Records. Buoyed by the commercial breakthrough of the singles “The A Team” and “Lego House”, his debut album + has been certified quintuple platinum in the United Kingdom. In 2012, he won two BRIT Awards for Best British Male Solo Artist, and British Breakthrough of the Year, while “The A Team” also won the Ivor Novello Award for Best Song Musically and Lyrically. After collaborating with Taylor Swift on a track for her album Red (2012), it was announced that Sheeran will appear as a special guest on Swift’s seven-month Red Tour of North America in 2013. Ed Sheeran has also toured with, and performed solo, as the opening band for the Rolling Stones on their Zip Code tour in 2015.

Featured Singers: Ed Sheeran, Stormzy  


Lyrics:

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 (woo)
I do deals, but I never get twanged (twanged)
News that ain’t ever been planned (planned)
Know goons that were never in gangs (gangs)
Where I’m from trap shit, get banged (what?)
Where I’m from trap shit, let a 12 gauge drip
Yeah, it’s sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don’t mix with the glitz and the glam (glam)
All these stupid pricks 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
I bought an AP to help me timekeep
My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
My shooter ride (ride), he shoot a guy (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 (whoa)
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

Yo (woo!)
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
And 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 pricks 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 closed
2015 in a Baddingham pub
I told Stormz, two years, youu’ll be wrapping it up
And you’ll 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


 

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