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This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - Song lyrics: JET PLANE HEADED UP TO THE SKY SPREAD WINGS IN THE CLOUDS GETTIN’ HIGH WE AIN’T HIT A RAVE IN A WHILE SO, TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON I DO DEALS BUT I NEVER GET TWANGED MOVES THAT AIN’T EVER BEEN PLANNED NO GOONS THAT WERE NEVER IN GANGS WHERE I’M FROM CHAT SHIT, GET BANGED WHERE I’M FROM, CHAT SHIT LET A TWELVE-GAUGE RIP YEAH, IT’S SICK HOW IT FITS IN MY HAND I DON’T MIX WITH THE GLITZ AND THE GLAM ALL THESE STUPID PRICKS 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 A-P TO HELP ME TIME KEEP MY SHOOTER RIDE DEEP HE MOVES WHEN I SPEAK MY SHOOTER RIDE HE SHOOT A 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 GROSSED HALF A BILLI’ ON THE DIVIDE TOUR YES, I AIN’T KIDDIN’ WHAT WOULD I LIE FOR AND NOW I’M BACK ON THE TRACK WITH BIG MICHAEL 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 HEADIN’ BACK TO LONDON TOWN, RIGHT NOW JET PLANE HEADED UP TO THE SKY SPREAD WINGS IN THE CLOUDS GETTIN’ HIGH WE AIN’T HIT A RAVE IN A WHILE SO, TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON BASS HIGH, MIDDLE NIGHTS CEILIN’ LOW SWEAT BROW, DRIPPIN’ DOWN WHEN IN ROME NO TOWN DOES IT QUITE LIKE MY HOME SO, TAKE ME BACK TO BIRMINGHAM OH-ONE-TWO-ONE, STAND UP! WE 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 BAGS 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 GONNA GET SPUN MAN SMOKE WEED ’TIL MY WHOLE HEAD’S NUMB DON’T TALK GREAZE ’CAUSE I WON’T TAKE NONE . IN MY OWN SECTION WILD, WILD WEST WITH THE OLD WESTERN IT’S BRUM! OLD-SCHOOL RAVIN’ BACK TO SCALLY AND THE A-P PACKED WITH GALLY TAKE ME BACK TO MANNY BLACKED OUT, ROLL FULL OF YACK AND MAGGY AND A S-THREE BOOT FULL OF PACKS OF CALI HIT THE BOOTH, MAN SLAP IT, SNAPPY BAP, BAP, THAT’S THAT TRACK WRAPPED, I’M HAPPY 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 TO THAT FLAME DAY TO DAY WE ON STAGE I MAKE MY K, THEN I SKATE AND CATCH THE NEXT PLANE BAKIN’ UP WHEN I WAKE I 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’M NOT GETTIN’ 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 GO STRAIGHT THERE IF IT’S WHERE I’VE GOTTA BE WAIT, STOP, POP MY COLLAR I’M A G, FIVE-MILLION MINIMUM WHAT I WANNA SEE AND ANYTHIN’ I WANNA 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 THE PAD WHEN THE BATTERY’S DEAD JET PLANE HEADED UP TO THE SKY SPREAD WINGS IN THE CLOUDS GETTIN’ HIGH WE AIN’T HIT A RAVE IN A WHILE SO, TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON BASS HIGH, MIDDLE NIGHTS CEILIN’ LOW SWEAT BROW, DRIPPIN’ DOWN WHEN IN ROME NO TOWN DOES IT QUITE LIKE MY HOME SO, TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON SO, TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON
