take me back to london

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

moves that ain't ever been planned

know 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

or 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 a grime neek

i bought an ap to help me time-keep

my shooter ride deep

he moves when i speak

my shooter ride

shoot a guy

leave you wet like you scuba dive

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

grossed half a billi' on the divide tour

yes

i ain't kidding

what would i lie for?

but now i'm back in the track with big michael

he said

teddy