Take Me Back To London

Take Me Back To London文本歌词

作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Fred Gibson/Max Martin/Michael Omari/Shellback

制作人 : Kenny Beats/Skrillex

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

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

Take Me Back To LondonLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Fred Gibson/Max Martin/Michael Omari/Shellback

[00:00.007] 制作人 : Kenny Beats/Skrillex

[00:00.014] 混音师 : Jaycen Joshua

[00:00.021] 贝斯 : FRED

[00:00.028] 鼓 : FRED

[00:00.035] 音频工程师 : DJ Riggins/FRED/Jacob Richards/Joe Rubel/Michael Ilbert/Mike Seaberg

[00:00.042] Remix : Sir Spyro

[00:00.049] 母带工程师 : Stuart Hawkes

[00:00.056] 和声 : FRED

[00:00.063] 人声 : Jaykae/Ed Sheeran

[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

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