You Need Me, I Don't Need You/Move On/In Da Club mash up
[vk.com/edsheeran] 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 this 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
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 shit's cool I will blast and I didn't go to Brits 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
(from Move On) And all I want in this cold world is to make music And use it not to abuse it And get in facted infected with the who's who of music Who did it, who's is it, who's in it, who what the hell does it matter Chitter chatter don't matter What a yida yida yata it don't matter to me All I want is a bit of dignity You need to battle this industry Freely to be me in this cd 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 rader I'm made for the stars pay my grind in the dark And they came with the remedy kicking rhymes with the melody Hennesy shots and all these fools on the block Who said you've got to be a gangster now to raise the top I'm just a normal causual usual everyday type of guy With my head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel coming ready to die So see the signs stand at the side open your eyes And take a look and realise The ressurection arised and theres a missed clears I arised from my tomb in the skys I'm all alone a lone star urban angel rising from the ashes Suprising no haters guiding or moving now steady
(from In Da Club) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubby Mummy I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love Come give me a hug if you feel me getting rough x2
My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning x2 On a spliff of 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've got to have it Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna panic Cos like I said where I come from smoking it is a habit