You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live Version)
- Ed Sheeran
[Verse 1]Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new soundPlaying a different show every night in front of a new crowdThat's you now, ciao, seems that life is great nowSee me lose focus, as I sing to you loudAnd I can't, no, I won't hushI'll say the words that make you blushI'm gonna sing this nowSee, I'm true, my songs are where my heart isI'm like glue, I stick to other artistsI'm not you, now that would be disastrousLet me sing and do my thing and move to greener pasturesSee, I'm real, I do it all, it's all meI'm not fake, don't ever call me lazyI won't stay put, give me the chance to be freeSuffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me[Hook]'Cause you need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you at allYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you at allYou need me[Verse 2]I sing and write my own tuneAnd I write my own verse? HellDon't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?Call yourself a singer-writer. You're just bluffingYour name's on the credits and you didn't write nothingI sing fast, I know that all my shit's coolI will blast and I didn't go to Brit SchoolI came fast with the way I act, rightI can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipeAnd I won't be a product of my genreMy mind will always be stronger than my songs areNever believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to yaAlways read the stories that you hear on WikipediaAnd musically I'm demonstratingWhen I perform live, feels like I am meditatingTimes at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me'A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'[Hook]And all I want in this cold worldIs to make music and use it not to abuse it and get infected effected with the who's who of musicWho did it, who is it? Who's in it? Who? What the hell does it matter? Chitter chatterDon't matta Whatta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to meAll I want is a bit of dignity in meTo battle this industry freelyTo be me in this seedy needy worldCan you hear me?HeySo I keep singin thatWhen I first started this rappin shit I felt pressure from hatersBecame invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radarI made for the starsKept my grime in the darkThen I payed with remedy kickin rhymes with the melodyHenesey shots and all these fools on the block who said you got to be a gangsta now to raise the topJust a normal casual usual everyday type of guyMy head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel comin ready to dieSo see the signs plan to decideOpen your eyes and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skiesAll alone alone starsUrban angel risin from the ashesSurprisin no haters guidingNow movin' steadyYou can find me in da club bottle full of bub mummy I got da x an they into takin drugs and they having sex and they makin love come give me a hug if you're into getting roughYou can find me in the club club bottle full a bubbly mummy I got da x and they takin drugs and they havin sex and they makin love come gimme a hug if you're into getting roughYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you at allYou need me, man, I don't need you*Instrumental*My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burningMy eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burningMy eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a spliff off your high gradeMy eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning burning burningNow where I come from burning weed it is a habitA big fat bag of high grade weed I got to have itCos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna panicCos like I said where I come from yeah smoking it is a habitYup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one them things I inherited like a ghetto man shouldWhenever I'm smoking weed yes it makes me feel goodYes high grade weed yes it makes me feelYes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it I'mma turn into a thugWhere I come from the talking could only get you muggedWhere I come from burning weed is a blessing from aboveWhere I come from yes we burn it when we listen rub a doveWhere I come from after we burn it we has to make loveWhere I come from yes we burn it when the sun starts shineI blaze high grade weed all the time!Now my eyes are redCause you need me, I don't need youYou need me man, my eyes are redYou need me man, I don't need youYou need me man, my eyes are redAnd you need me, I don't need youYou need me man, my eyes are redYou need me man, I don't need youYou need me man, I don't need you*Instrumental*WoooahWoooahWoooahYeaCause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it rightI won't stop till my name's in lightsAt stadium heights with Damien RiceOn red carpets, now I'm on Arabian NightsBecause I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me adviceLong nighter, short height and I gone hyperNever be anything but a singer-songwriterYep The game's over but now I'm on a new levelWatch how I step on the track without a loop pedalPeople think that I'm bound to blow upI've done around about a thousand showsBut I haven't got a house plus I live on the couchSo you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out(Wow)From day one, I've been preparedWith vo5 wax for my ginger hairSo now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holdsCause it's another dayRucksack with old clothesI rap with the cold flows, I'm back with the old jokesIn fact you don't knowOn tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevantIf you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibateMy flow's developing, skin lacks the melaninGive me a shot of adrenaline and I get it inDo it for the hell of it cause ever since I hit the mainstream with the A Team I seem to sell a bitI took what held me back with the womenI packaged the image, put in some content, then sold it back as a gimmick fact is this I'll end up dating actresses wake up on dirty mattresses, I think i'll need to practice thisBut I make shit happen, call me a laxativeWorld's on my shoulders I don't even know what atlas isHard bars, sharp like a cactus isI'm back to rapping back to backersI'll be practicing now I'm back to singing this'Cause you need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you, at allYou need me, man, I don't need youI'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basicGonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase itAnd replace it with the elephant in the room with a faceliftInto another rappers shoes using new lacesSelling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papersSelling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majorsNationwide tour with Just Jack, soon as I get the bus backClean cut kid without a razor for the mustacheI hit back when the pen hurts meI'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch teeI'm still the same as a year agoBut more people hear me thoughAccording to the MySpace and YouTube videosI'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studioTruly broke, never growing up, call me RufioMelody music makerReading all the papersThey say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevatorCause you need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you, at allYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need youYou need me, man, I don't need you, at allYou need me, man, I don't need youCool...
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