You Need Me, I Don't Need You

Ed Sheeran9 ก.ย. 2011


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

And 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

'Cause 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 tune 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 sh*t'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 bullsh*t that fake guys feed to ya

Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia

And 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 Gabriella Cilmi'

You need me, man, I don't need you, at all


Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right

I won't stop till my name's in lights

At stadium heights with Damien Rice

On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights

Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice

Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper

Never be anything but a singer-songwriter

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 the couch

So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out

From day one, I've been prepared

With VO5 wax for my ginger hair

So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds

Cause it's another day

Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic

Gonna 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 rappers shoes using new laces

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 mustache

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 Ruffio

Melody music maker

Reading all the papers

They say I'm up and coming like I'm f*cking in an elevator

Cause you need me, man, I don't need you