Cifras
Take Me Back To London

Tono: E

Introducción:

Dm                    Bb              F                                    Dm  
          Jet plane headed up to the sky
                     Bb                      F                                            Dm  
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
        Bb                    F                                 Bb  
We ain't hit a rave in a while
          C  
So take me back to London
                          Dm  
Yo, I do deals, but I never get twanged (Twanged)
  Bb                                                                 F  
News that ain't ever been planned (Planned)
          Dm  
No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)
                                Bb                                         F  
Where I'm from, chat shit, get banged (What?)
                                Dm  
Where I'm from, chat shit, let the 12 gauge rip
                  Bb                                              F  
Yeah, sick how it fits in my hand (Hand)
                        Bb  
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam (Glam)
                                C  
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
                        Dm  
I don't do online beef, or neeky grime beef
             Bb                                 F  
I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek
        Dm  
I bought an AP to help me time keep
             Bb                                         F  
My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak
             Dm  
My shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy (Guy)
  Bb                                                         F  
Leave you wet like you scuba dived
                        Bb  
We were younger then and now we're unified
                  C  
South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone
It's that time
                          Dm  
I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing
                        Bb                                      F  
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
                                  Dm  
And now I'm back in the biz with my guy
                             Bb                                                            F  
Give me a packet of the crisps and my pint
                  Bb  
I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub
                          C  
'Cause I haven't been home in time
             Dm  
Yes, I, but that's my fault (Oh)
                        Bb                                                      F  
Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour (Oh)
             Dm  
Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for? (Oh)
                                  Bb                                                      F  
But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael (Woah)
                             Dm  
He said, "Teddy, never get off your high horse
             Bb                                            F  
And never let 'em take your crown"
                                Bb  
I've been away for a while, travelled a billion miles
                        C                                                                                      Dm  
But I'm heading back to London town right now
                Bb              F                                    Dm  
Jet plane headed up to the sky
                     Bb                      F                                            Dm  
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
        Bb                    F                                 Bb  
We ain't hit a rave in a while
          C  
So take me back to London
                Bb                      F                                            Dm  
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)
                     Bb                      F                                      Dm  
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)
          Bb                      F                                      Bb  
No town does it quite like my home
          C  
So take me back to London
                                     Dm  
Yo, when I squeeze off this little plan of mine
                Bb                                 F  
On the remix, now I got Ed on grime
                        Dm  
And this ain't like any top ten of mine
             Bb                                         F  
I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
                                  Dm  
And that's stadiums, man are aliens
                        Bb                            F  
I drink super-molten Vibranium
                Bb  
I go hard, I'm a livin' titanium
                                  C  
And I rock a 5970 daily
                                Dm                              F  
But I want soul, I want flows
Don't need tags ripping off my clothes
                                  Dm  
Don't need pricks blowin' up my phone
                                             Bb                                              F  
And Ted said, "That's just the way things go"
                                        Dm  
It's just the way things go, amazin' flows
     Bb  
Grime or rap, man, I gave 'em both
  Bb  
Took this sound that was made in Bow
                  C  
Went global, man, now the piece is closed
        Dm  
2015 in a Baddingham pub
I told Stormz two years, he'll be wrapping it up
                                                             Dm  
And you'll go through tears with the people you love
                                                                  Dm  
But when you get to the top, man, it's never enough
     F  
'Cause you can win BRITS (It don't stop)
                                             Bb  
And you can do Glasgow (Headline slot)
                                             Bb  
But when you're miles away and you're feeling alone
                        C                                                                                                 Dm  
Gotta remember that there ain't no place like home
                Bb              F                                    Dm  
Jet plane headed up to the sky
                     Bb                      F                                            Dm  
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
        Bb                    F                                 Bb  
We ain't hit a rave in a while
          C  
So take me back to London
                Bb                      F                                            Dm  
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)
                     Bb                      F                                      Dm  
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)
          Bb                      F                                      Bb  
No town does it quite like my home
          C  
So take me back to London
         Dm    Bb    F  
                     Dm    Bb    F