[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Fred Gibson/Max Martin/Michael Omari/Shellback
[00:00.38] 制作人 : Kenny Beats/Skrillex
[00:00.76]Jet plane headed up to the sky
[00:04.55]Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
[00:07.87]We ain't hit a rave in a while
[00:11.35]So take me back to London (Yo)
[00:13.46]I do deals, but I never get twanged (Twanged)
[00:15.47]Moves that ain't ever been planned (Planned)
[00:17.11]No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)
[00:18.79]Where I'm from, chat **** get banged (What?)
[00:20.58]Where I'm from, chat ****, let a 12 gauge rip
[00:22.47]Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (Hand)
[00:24.04]I don't mix with the glitz and the glam (Glam)
[00:25.65]All these stupid *****s on the 'Gram
[00:27.39]I don't do online beef, or neeky grime beef
[00:29.47]I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek
[00:31.17]I bought an AP to help me time keep
[00:32.76]My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
[00:34.65]My shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy (Guy)
[00:36.39]Leave you wet like you scuba dived
[00:37.96]We were younger then and now we're unified
[00:39.65]South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone
[00:42.02]It's that time
[00:43.33]Big Mike and Teddy are on grime
[00:44.87]I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing
[00:46.76]Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
[00:48.33]And now I'm back in the bits with my guy
[00:49.94]Give me a packet of crisps with my pint
[00:51.62]I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub
[00:53.81]'Cause I haven't been home in time, yes, I
[00:56.10]But that's my fault (Oh)
[00:57.25]Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour (Oh)
[00:58.82]Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for? (Oh)
[01:00.45]But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael (Woah)
[01:02.33]He said, "Teddy, never get off your high horse
[01:03.97]And never let 'em take your crown"
[01:05.67]I've been away for a while, travelled a million miles
[01:07.59]But I'm heading back to London town right now
[01:09.95]Jet plane headed up to the sky (To the sky)
[01:14.13]Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (Woop, woop)
[01:17.58]We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a what?)
[01:21.05]So take me back to London
[01:23.20]Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)
[01:28.04]Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)
[01:31.49]No town does it quite like my home (They don't)
[01:35.24]So take me back to
[01:36.45]Birmingham, 0121. stand up
[01:38.45]You better tell them the hooligan's here
[01:40.00]My team can't lose when I'm here
[01:41.77]Outside, quick twos and a beer
[01:43.47]You see me when I choose to appear
[01:45.20]Just paid a few bag for my carpet
[01:47.05]Blud, take off your shoes when you're here
[01:48.78]Yo, I can turn boos into cheers
[01:50.41]Trip chunning man choose for the gears
[01:52.27]Rep blues when I'm here
[01:53.08]It's Brum
[01:53.72]Fam, are you dumb?
[01:54.45]Red red wine or you want a redrum
[01:55.99]You can be forty, you don't wanna war me
[01:57.73]End of story, you're gunna get spun
[01:59.42]Man smoke **** 'til my whole head's numb
[02:01.11]Don't talk greaze cos I won't take none
[02:02.87]VIP in my own section
[02:04.57]Wild wild west with the old western, it's Brum
[02:06.93]Old school raving, back to scally
[02:08.57]And the AP, packed with gally
[02:10.20]Take me back to Manny
[02:10.91]Blacked out Roll full of yack and maggot
[02:12.46]And a S3 boot full of packs of Cali
[02:14.14]Hit the booth, man, slap it, snap it
[02:15.84]Bap bap, that's that, trap, rap to mappy
[02:17.72]Some man are blessed, some are bad and trappy
[02:19.37]Gets cold up north, pack your hat and trackie'
[02:21.17]Huh, man was made to set pace
[02:22.82]Young Aitch, I came for first place
[02:24.30]Made a change to get paid
[02:25.52]Fam, I stayed in my lane and came with that flame
[02:27.55]Day to day we on stage
[02:28.92]Make my K, then I skate and catch the next plane
[02:31.11]Baking up when I wake
[02:32.47]Rake it up, get it saved
[02:33.84]It's make it or break
[02:34.94]It's make it or break
[02:35.72]Human man, still make a mistake
[02:37.18]Mad now Aitch just made a mixtape
[02:38.91]Told Jaykae to make the next eight
[02:40.68]We 'bout to set pace'
[02:41.57]I can't get about no more it gets bait
[02:43.33]And I don't get head no more, I get face
[02:45.01]She don't want him no, more she wants Jay
[02:46.81]And she don't want me no more she wants Aitch (Aye)
[02:48.70]Jaykae, make a lot of P (Uh)
[02:50.61]Go straight there if that's where I've got to be
[02:52.09]Wait, stop, pop my collar, I'm a G
[02:53.77]5 million minimum, what I wanna see
[02:55.40]And anything, I'm gonna put that to bed
[02:57.15]Tell mumsy that I'm on a track with Ed
[02:58.78]Aim this one at your head
[03:00.04]Write bars with a pen on a pad when the battery's dead
[03:03.72]Jet plane headed up to the sky (0161)
[03:07.56]Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (0121)
[03:10.84]We ain't hit a rave in a while
[03:14.24]So take me back to London (Woo)
[03:16.65]Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low
[03:21.02]Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome
[03:24.20]No town does it quite like my home (Like my home)
[03:28.07]So take me back to London
[03:30.38]
[03:46.42] 混音师 : Jaycen Joshua
[03:47.05] 贝斯 : FRED
[03:47.67] 鼓 : FRED
[03:48.30] 音频工程师 : DJ Riggins/FRED/Jacob Richards/Joe Rubel/Michael Ilbert/Mike Seaberg
[03:48.92] Remix : Sir Spyro
[03:49.55] 母带工程师 : Stuart Hawkes
[03:50.17] 和声 : FRED
[03:50.80] 人声 : Jaykae/Ed Sheeran

作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Fred Gibson/Max Martin/Michael Omari/Shellback
制作人 : Kenny Beats/Skrillex
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 (Yo)
I do deals, but I never get twanged (Twanged)
Moves that ain't ever been planned (Planned)
No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)
Where I'm from, chat **** get banged (What?)
Where I'm from, chat ****, let a 12 gauge rip
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 *****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 neek
I bought an AP to help me time keep
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
We 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 (Woah)
He said, "Teddy, never get off your high horse
And never let 'em take your crown"
I've been away for a while, travelled a million 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 (Woop, woop)
We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a what?)
So take me back to London
Bass high, middle nights, 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
Birmingham, 0121. stand up
You better tell them the hooligan'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
Blud, take off your shoes when you're here
Yo, I can turn boos into cheers
Trip chunning man choose for the gears
Rep blues when I'm here
It's Brum
Fam, are you dumb?
Red red wine or you want a redrum
You can be forty, you don't wanna war me
End of story, you're gunna get spun
Man smoke **** 'til my whole head's numb
Don't talk greaze cos I won't take none
VIP in my own section
Wild wild west with the old western, it's Brum
Old school raving, back to scally
And the AP, packed with gally
Take me back to Manny
Blacked out Roll full of yack and maggot
And a S3 boot full of packs of Cali
Hit the booth, man, slap it, snap it
Bap bap, that's that, trap, rap to mappy
Some man are blessed, some are bad and trappy
Gets cold up north, pack your hat and trackie'
Huh, 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 and came with that flame
Day to day we on stage
Make my K, then I skate and catch the next plane
Baking up when I wake
Rake it up, get it saved
It's make it or break
It's make it or break
Human man, still make a mistake
Mad now Aitch just made a mixtape
Told Jaykae to make the next eight
We 'bout to set pace'
I can't get about no more it gets bait
And I don't get head no more, I get face
She don't want him no, more she wants Jay
And she don't want me no more she wants Aitch (Aye)
Jaykae, make a lot of P (Uh)
Go straight there if that's where I've got to be
Wait, stop, pop my collar, I'm a G
5 million minimum, what I wanna see
And anything, I'm gonna put that to bed
Tell mumsy that I'm on a track with Ed
Aim this one at your head
Write bars with a pen on a pad when the battery's dead
Jet plane headed up to the sky (0161)
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (0121)
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London (Woo)
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home (Like my home)
So take me back to London
混音师 : Jaycen Joshua
贝斯 : FRED
鼓 : FRED
音频工程师 : DJ Riggins/FRED/Jacob Richards/Joe Rubel/Michael Ilbert/Mike Seaberg
Remix : Sir Spyro
母带工程师 : Stuart Hawkes
和声 : FRED
人声 : Jaykae/Ed Sheeran