You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live At the Bedford) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
One, two, three, four
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, love
I can't, no, I won't hush
I 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
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 tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer, you're just bluffing
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 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 you
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically, I'm demonstrating
And when I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi
'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
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
And all I want in this cold world
Is to make music and use it, not to abuse it
And get impacted, infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it, who's in it, who?
What the hell does it matter? Jitter-jatter, don't matter
All the yidi-yidi-yada don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
To be me in a seedy, meaty world, can you hear me, aye?
So I keep singing out
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 start, kept my grind in the dark
Then appeared with a remedy, kicking rhymes with a melody
Hennessy shots and all these fools on my block
Who said you got to be a gangster now to raise the top
Just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
Ready to die
Ed Sheeran a lonestar, coming out here freestyling with a guitar
'Cause I've forgotten the lyrics to this bit right here
So, I freestyle off the top of the bit with the feel, yes
Get it 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
Find me in the club
'Cause, mummy, I 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
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, you need me, man, I don't need you
'Cause, 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 of your high grade
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been 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
'Cause if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gon' to panic
'Cause, like I said, where I come from we smoke and is a habit
Yup, raised in the hood
One of the things I have inherited as a ghetto man should
Things is smoking weed, and yes it make me feel good
Burning high grade sinsemilla, yes it makes me feel
But me is a man, told me sinsemilla is a drug
And if I start to smoke it, I'ma turn into a thug
Where I come from, man, that talking quick can only get you mugged
Where I come from, burning weed, it is a present from above
Where I come from, yes, he burn it, reminisce and rub-a-dub
Where I come from, yes, we burn it after we make love
Where I come from, yes, he burn it when that sun starts shine
I blaze high grade weed all the time
Now 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
Okay, so this is the breakdown bit where we get a little bit funky
I might forget about the whole week, you forget about the whole week
The whole weekend, just forget about everything
'Cause it's Sunday, and we're all gonna get drunk afterwards
And have a very, very good time
And I'm not stressed anymore because later I'm wiped
I wanna split the room in, in the middle here, who's up for that?
No, no, not literally, you don't have to literally part, it's all good
All good, peace and love, peace and love and harmony
What was I 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've found out that everybody's voices work
This side, I'm not gonna insult you, but you are West Ham okay?
You're West Ham, yeah?
You're West Ham Football Club, get in the geezer mode, yeah?
This side, you're 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
Are you all up for that?
Millwall, are you ready?
West Ham, are you ready?
Ok, West Ham, you 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
Millwall, you sing this
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
Millwall are winning, I think
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, one, two
I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be
Awake in the shade and shadowed down the towering trees
Admiring the scene, and inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe
Jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my bloodshot whites and irises, they never find any
Clock stop 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 with acid tabs and vocal booths
To see the flashing lights at photo shoots, we make our motive move
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 recognize real is what my father say
And I'll be sticking to this phrase until I pass away
This overworking, no sleep is just another way to die slow
But I'll just keep on 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
You need me, man
I got my friend, very good friend Random Impulse, he's gonna come up
And he's gonna spit a few bars on the beat
Everyone give it up for Random Impulse
Yo, in this skin, I am my own damn man
Always check the pulse and boundaries
Bow and he humble, yeah, my circle always try to eat
Crossing circles, counting thousands out, I found us a beat
Counting sheep and these undersea, summon from the deep
Now I've failed to sink my boat, you need to fly as a fleet
Walking in and be a-stomping like a thousand feet
Talk is cheap, so I could treat you to my words, they're free
But, now I'm out, man, I ain't playing like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy I left you for a minute
Now I'm back in black and Forger's like a pump-up for infinity
And then because large A forgot beginners play guitars, well as bars
So you ain't rocking with beginners
So many times, thinking I've got mess of buckle farmers
National law or business, only with us, I'm a numbers man
I'm nothing like the pointers, show you how it is
I can't really be better for you
Unless you've got something to give
'Cause, 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
I keep my last name forever, keep the genre pretty basic
Gotta be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Stepping into another rapper's 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 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 when people hear me though
According to the Myspace and YouTube videos
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
Later
Thank you
Woo, thank you so much, see you soon
