Return To London chords by Nigel Westlake

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Verse 1
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Jet plane headed up to the sky
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Spread wings and the
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clouds get ting high
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We ain't here to rave in the wild
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So take me back to London
Yo, I do deals but I never get twanged
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Moves that ain't ever been planned
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No goons that were never in gangs
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Where I'm from chat shit get banged
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Where I'm from chat shit
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let the 12 gauge drip
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Yeah sick how it fits in my hand
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I don't mix with the glitz and the glam
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All these stupid pricks on the gram
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I don't do online beef or Niki Grime
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Beef I'm way too G'd up, B  for Grime
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Need couple and AP to help me time
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Keep my shooter right,
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keep him used when I speak
My shooter ride, you shoot a guy
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Leave you wet like you scuba dived
We were younger then
and now we're unified
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South London boys,
get you crucified and gone
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It's that time,
Big Mike and Teddy are on Grime
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I wanna try new things,
they just want me to sing
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Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
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But now I'm back
in the biz with my guy
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Give me a packet of crisps and my pine
I hit my friends up,
go straight to the pub
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Cause I haven't been home in time, yes I
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But that's my fault,
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grossed half a billion on the divide tour
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Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for?
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But now I'm back on the
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track with Big Michael
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He said, Teddy,
never get off your high horse
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And never let him take your crown
I've been away for a while,
travelled a million miles
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But I'm heading back to London town,
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right now
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Jet plane headed up to the sky
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Spread wings and the
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clouds getting high
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We ain't here to rave, I'm wild
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So take me back to London
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Face high, middle night,
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ceiling low
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Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome
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No town does it quite like my home
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So take me back to London
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When I squeeze off
this lil' pen on mine
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Done the remix, now I got Ed on grime
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And this ain't like any top ten of mine
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I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
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And that's stadiums, man are aliens
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I drink su permort and vibranium
I got an RM11 titanium
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And I rock a 5970 daily,
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but I want soul, I want flows
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Don't need tags ripping off my clothes
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Don't need Chris blowing up my phone
And Ted said,
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that's just the way things go
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It's just the way things go,
amazing flows
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Grandma rapped, man, I gave him both
Took this sound that was made in bone
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Went global, man,
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on a case of chrome 2015 in  the Battingham pub
I told Stormz, two years,
you'll be wrapping it up
And you'll go through tears
with the people you love
But when you get to the top,
man, it's never enough
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Cause you can win Brits
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It don't slow
And you can do blasto
Headlines slow
But when you're miles away
and you're feeling alone
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Gotta re member that there
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ain't no place like home
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Jet plane headed up to the sky
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Spread wings and the
clouds getting high
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We ain't here raving and wild
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So take me back to London
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Face high, middle night,
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ceiling low
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Sweat brow dripping down when in Rome
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No town does it quite like my home
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So take me back to London
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So take me back to London