Y'all ready to sing? Come on.

Let me hear you.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control

They keep telling me to let go

But I don't really let go when I say so

I keep giving people blank stares

I'm so different when you're not there

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Because I'm really not here when you're not there

I've tried to fight our energy

Baby

But every time I think I'm free

London, let's go. Sing!

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

So, back to you, baby

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

back to you, back to you, back to you

back to you, back to you, back to you

back to you, back to you, back to you

to you baby, yeah

London, I love y'all so much. (back to you, back to you, back to you)

back to you, back to you, back to you

I go, ooh

Everytime