Lyrics Radio - Ed Sheeran, JME

Radio

Hi, my name is Jme
There was a time when radio played me
'Cause my music came from my heart
It was real to me, but now it’s a par
I’m here struggling, keeping it real
While the rest of them are hustling, seeking a deal
Sometimes I sit back and think
«Jme just do one tune, make a couple Gs and chill»
The reason I started making music is the exact same
Reason that I’ll never do it, I swear
I didn’t go through all of that for this
I’ll give that a miss, that’s just how it is
I’m fair, straight, who can tell me different?
Look at me, determined, man on a mission
My music is me, and I am my music
So like it or lump it, I’mma do this
I never had a playlist in my heart
Now I need an A list just to chart
But I’ve been famous from the start
How am I gonna make my mark?
Are you gonna play me though?
This song was never meant for the radio
(I get it in forget a radio spin, I’m just doing my thing
And I don’t have time for a playlist)
How much will you pay me though
If this song’s not a hit on the radio?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Thank God for night clubs and the raves
'Cause I don’t think they like us on the airwaves
Unless we water it down
But cordial music is boring me now
I swear, I guess it matters what your goal is
Or in this music scene, what your role is
I’m still trying here, 'cause I’m a pioneer
I use my mouth less than I use my eyes and ears
See I’m just telling you the truth
Can’t shoot the messenger, bulletproof booth
You won’t hear me on the radio
But go to the rave, and the crowd, they’re raising roof
Why is that?
What’s going on there?
To tell you the truth, I don’t really care
I am my music, my music is me
Like it or not, this is how it’s gonna be
I never had a playlist in my heart
Now I need an A list just to chart
But I’ve been famous from the start
How am I gonna make my mark?
Are you gonna play me though?
This song was never meant for the radio
(I get it in forget a radio spin, I’m just doing my thing
And I don’t have time for a playlist)
How much will you pay me though
If this song’s not a hit on the radio?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I feel it on the airwave, spinning on the dial
Bleeding through the speakers, written by the pile
So won’t you hear me out?
Never feel it from the bass line, feel it in the club
Maybe I could take time singing for the dub
So won’t you hear me out?
I never had a playlist in my heart
Now I need an A list just to chart
But I’ve been famous from the start
How am I gonna make my mark?
Are you gonna play me though?
This song was never meant for the radio
(I get it in forget a radio spin, I’m just doing my thing
And I don’t have time for a playlist)
How much will you pay me though
If this song’s not a hit on the radio?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Are you gonna play me though?
This song was never meant for the radio
(I get it in forget a radio spin, I’m just doing my thing
And I don’t have time for a playlist)
How much will you pay me though
If this song’s not a hit on the radio?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh