Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Need Me, I Don't Need You, artist - Ed Sheeran.
Date of issue: 08.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Need Me, I Don't Need You |
Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound |
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd |
That’s you now, Ciao, seems that life is great now |
See me lose focus as I sing to you loud |
I can’t, no, I won’t hush |
I’ll say the words that make you blush |
I’m gonna sing this now |
See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is |
I’m like glue I stick to other artists |
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous |
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures |
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me |
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy |
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free |
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me |
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse hell |
Don’t need another word-smith to make my tunes sell |
Call yourself a singer-writer, you’re just bluffing |
Your name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing |
I sing, fast, I know that all my shit’s cool |
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit school |
I came fast with the way I act, right |
I can’t last, if I’m smoking on a crack pipe |
And I won’t be a product of my genre |
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are |
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya |
Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia |
Musically I’m demonstrating |
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating |
Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me |
«A young singer writer like a Gabriella Cilmi» |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me |
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it |
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who’s who of music |
Who did it, who is it, who’s in it or what the hell does it matter? |
Chitter chatter, don’t matter what a yidder, yidder, yadder, it don’t matter to |
me |
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely |
To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me? |
Hey, so I keep singing that |
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters |
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar |
And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark |
And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody |
Hennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the block |
Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top? |
I’m just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy |
With my head in the sky, Ed Sheeran, urban angel coming ready to die |
So see the signs, stand to the side |
Open your eyes and take a look and realise |
The resurrection’s arrived and as the mist clears |
I arise from my tomb in disguise, all alone, alonestar |
Urban angel rising from the ashes |
Surprising all haters, guiding, now moving steady |
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
Mummy I’ve got the X if you’re into taking drugs |
Into having sex, I ain’t into making love |
Come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough |
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubbly |
Mummy I’ve got the X if you’re into taking drugs |
Into having sex, I ain’t into making love |
Come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I dont need you |
My eyes are red, I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning |
My eyes are red, I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning |
My eyes are red I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning on a spliff off your high |
grade |
My eyes are red I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning, burning, burning |
Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit |
A big fat bag of high grade weed, you know I got to have it |
Cos if I don’t have it in my pocket I’m going to panic |
Cos like I said where I come from weed smoking is a habit |
Yup, we’ll do da bun in the place up in the hood |
One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should |
One of them things is smoking weed it yes it makes me feel good |
Burning high grade sensimilla, yes it makes me feel |
But me is a man, ah, talk about sensimilla is a drug |
And if I start to smoke it I’mma-nna turn into a thug |
Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged |
Where I come from burning weed it is a blessing from above |
Where I come from yes we bun it when we listen rub a dub |
Where I come from yes we bun after we just-a make a love |
Where I come from yes we bun it when the sun starts shine |
I blaze high grade weed all the time! |
Now my eyes are red |
Cause you need me, I don’t need you |
You need me man, my eyes are red |
You need me man, I don’t need you |
You need me man, my eyes are red |
And you need me, I don’t need you |
You need me man, my eyes are red |
You need me man, I don’t need you |
You need me man, I don’t need you |
Woooah |
Woooah |
Woooah |
Yeah |
Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right |
I won’t stop until my name’s in lights |
With stadium heights, with damian rice |
On red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights |
Because I’m young I know my brothers gonna give me advice |
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper |
Never be anything but a singer/songwriter, yeah |
The game’s over but now I’m on a new level |
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal |
People think that I’m bound to blow up |
I’ve done around about a thousand shows but |
I haven’t got a house plus I live on a couch |
So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out |
Wow, from day one I’ve been prepared |
With v05 wax for my ginger hair |
Now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of |
What the future holds cause it’s another day |
Rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows |
I’m back with the most jokes, in fact you don’t know |
On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant |
If you can’t keep up you’ll get none, you’re celibate |
My flows developing, skin lacks the melanin |
Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in |
I do it for the hell of it |
Ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit |
I took what held me back with the women and then I packaged the image |
Put in some content and I then I sold it back as a gimmick |
The fact is this, I’ll end up dating actresses |
Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I’ll need to practice this |
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative |
World’s on my shoulders, I don’t even know what atlas is |
Hard bars sharp like a cactus is |
I’m back to rappping, back to back cause I’ve been practicing |
I’m back to sing this |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me |
I’ll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic |
And I’ll be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it |
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift |
Into another rapper shoes using new laces |
I’m selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for the papers |
Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for the majors |
Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back |
Clean cut kid without a razor for the moustache |
I hit back, when the pen hurts me |
I’m still a choir boy in a fenchurch tee |
I’m still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though |
According to the MySpace and Youtube videos |
I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio |
Truly broke, never growing up, call me rufio |
Melody music maker, reading all the papers |
They say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you |
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all |
You need me, man, I dont need you |