Take Me Back to London (Sir Spyro Remix)

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

Tiptronic man cruise through 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 weed til my whole head's numb

Don't talk greaze 'cause 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 (Sounds of the s-)

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