Ed Sheeran – Take Me Back To London (Guitar)

D#m     B         F#            D#m
    Jet plane headed up to the sky

       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high

   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while

    C#                    N.C.
So take me back to London

         D#m
Yo, I do deals, but I never get twanged (Twanged)

B                      F#
News that ain't ever been planned (Planned)

   D#m
No goons that were never in gangs (Gangs)

          B                 F#
Where I'm from, chat shit, get banged (What?)

          D#m
Where I'm from, chat shit, let the 12 gauge rip

      B                 F#
Yeah, sick how it fits in my hand (Hand)

        B
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam (Glam)

          C#
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram

        D#m
I don't do online beef, or neeky grime beef

    B               F#
I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek

  D#m
I bought an AP to help me time keep

     B                 F#
My shooter ride deep, he moves when I speak

   D#m
My shooter ride (Ride), he shoot a guy (Guy)

B                    F#
Leave you wet like you scuba dived

        B
We were younger then and now we're unified

      C#                                    N.C.
South London boys, get you crucified, I'm gone

        D#m
I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing

        B                  F#   N.C.
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes

            D#m
And now I'm back in the biz with my guy

          B                         F#
Give me a packet of the crisps and my pint

      B
I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub

         C#
'Cause I haven't been home in time

     D#m                     N.C.
Yes, I, but that's my fault (Oh)

        B                      F#         N.C.
Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour (Oh)

     D#m                                     N.C.
Yes, I ain't kidding, what would I lie for? (Oh)

            B                       F#
But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael (Woah)

          D#m
He said, "Teddy, never get off your high horse

    B                  F#
And never let 'em take your crown"

           B
I've been away for a while, travelled a billion miles

        C#                                D#m
But I'm heading back to London town right now

    B         F#            D#m
Jet plane headed up to the sky (To the sky)

       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (Woop, woop)

   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a while)

    C#                    D#m
So take me back to London

     B          F#                 D#m
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)

      B           F#              D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)

   B          F#              B
No town does it quite like my home

    C#                    N.C.
So take me back to London

            D#m
Yo, when I squeeze off this little plan of mine

       B              F#
On the remix, now I got Ed on grime

         D#m
And this ain't like any top ten of mine

    B                 F#
I arrived at Wembley ahead of time

            D#m
And that's stadiums, man are aliens

        B            F#
I drink super-molten Vibranium

     B
I go hard, I'm a livin' titanium

             C#
And I rock a 5970 daily

           D#m          F#
But I want soul, I want flows

           D#m
Don't need pricks blowin' up my phone

               B                      F#
And Ted said, "That's just the way things go"

              D#m
It's just the way things go, amazin' flows

B                           N.C.
Grime or rap, man, I gave 'em both

B
Took this sound that was made in Bow

     C#
Went global, man, now the piece is closed

   D#m
2015 in a Baddingham pub

                  D#m
I told Stormz two years, he'll be wrapping it up

                      D#m
And you'll go through tears with the people you love

                        D#m
But when you get to the top, man, it's never enough

 F#                N.C.
'Cause you can win BRITS (It don't stop)

               B                N.C.
And you can do Glasto (Headline slot)

                B
But when you're miles away and you're feeling alone

        C#                                    D#m
Gotta remember that there ain't no place like home

    B         F#            D#m
Jet plane headed up to the sky (To the sky)

       B          F#                 D#m
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high (Woop, woop)

   B         F#          B
We ain't hit a rave in a while (In a while)

    C#                    D#m
So take me back to London

     B          F#                 D#m
Bass high, middle nights, ceilin' low (Ceilin' low)

      B           F#              D#m
Sweat brow drippin' down, when in Rome (When in Rome)

   B          F#              B
No town does it quite like my home

    C#
So take me back to London

B      C#                  D#m
   So take me back to London