You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live At The Bedford)歌词

作词 : Ed Sheeran
作曲 : Ed Sheeran
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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
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 wordsmith 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 ****'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 ******** 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
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 **** 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
Coming ready to die
Coming ready to die
Ed Sheeran, Alonestar
coming now here freestyling with a guitar
coz I’ve forgotten the lyrics so this bit right here
so I freestyle off the top of the next -- and
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 ***, I ain't into making love
Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
You can find me in the club,
Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs
Into having ***, 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
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
Now where I come from burning **** it is a habit
A big fat bag of high grade ****, 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 **** 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 **** 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'm gonna turn into a thug
Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged
Where I come from burning **** 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 **** all the time!
Now my eyes are red
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
you need me, man, 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
Okay so this is the break now, we’re gonna get a little bit fun
Ah. And now you forget about the whole week,
You forget about the whole week and the whole weekend,
Just forget about everything,
Coz it’s Sunday.
We’re all gonna get drunk afterwards,
And have a very, very good time.
And I’m not stressed anymore,
We just lay it off on wine.
I wanna spilt the room, in the middle here.
Who’s off for that?
Yea
Not..not literally, you don’t have to literally parted, it’s all good.
All good. Peace and love, peace and love with others.
What I was gonna say:
This side, Up there, are you with me?
This side, up there, are you with me?
Everyone, scream as loud as you can.
..Okay, so we found out that everybody’s voices works.
This side, you are West Ham, Okay? You are West Ham F.C.
This side, you are Millwall, yeah?
You two, you two hate each other.
You two are gonna beat each other at whatever you do. No matter what.
So, if I give you something to sing, you have to sing louder than them.
if I give you something to sing, you have to sing louder than them.
You all up for that?
Millwall, are you ready?
West Ham, are you ready?
Okay, West Ham, you sing:
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
Millwall, you sing:
my eyes are red
You need me man, 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
you need me, man, 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
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
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I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be
Awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees
Admiring the scene, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe.
Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any
Clock stops at times where the sunshine can blind many
Although my eyes are heavy, they won't be closing soon
Cause I heard that time waits for nobody, I suppose it's true
We make corrosive tunes through acid tabs and vocables
To see the flashing lights at photo shoots, we make our motive moves
I say whatever I feel to vent a rhyme
So I can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine
Cause real will recognise real" is what my father says
And I'll be sticking to this phrase until I pass away
Overworking, no sleep is just another way to die slow
But I'll just keep going strong and never let my eyes close.
You need me, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
I got my friend, very good friend and he’s gonna come up:
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Coz You need me man, 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
You need me man, 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
I keep my last name forever
I keep my genre pretty basic
I'm gonna be breaking in to other peoples tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
stepping into another rappers shoes using new laces
I’m selling CDs from my rucksack, aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from my rucksack, aiming for the majors
Nationwide ‘till we just jack it’s easy 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 just 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 ****ing in an elevator.
Later
Thank you!
Thank you so much, see you soon.