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  • 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

  • [00:00.00] 作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Fred Gibson/Max Martin/Michael Omari/Shellback
    [00:00.07] 制作人 : Kenny Beats/Skrillex
    [00:00.15] 混音师 : Jaycen Joshua
    [00:00.22] 贝斯 : FRED
    [00:00.30] 鼓 : FRED
    [00:00.38] 音频工程师 : DJ Riggins/FRED/Jacob Richards/Joe Rubel/Michael Ilbert/Mike Seaberg
    [00:00.45] Remix : Sir Spyro
    [00:00.53] 母带工程师 : Stuart Hawkes
    [00:00.60] 和声 : FRED
    [00:00.68] 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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