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ed sheeran – you need me, i don’t need you (live at the bedford) lyrics

[verse 1]
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 new 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

[chorus]
cause you need me, 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

[verse 2]
i sing and write my own tune and i write my own verse, h-ll
don’t need another word-smith to make my tune sell
call yourself a singer-writer you’re just bluffing
your names 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 a gabriella cilmi

[chorus]
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, 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

[verse 3]
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 h-ll 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 sh-t i felt pressure from haters
became invaded with s-d-sts 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… 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…
my head in the sky… ready to die
ed sheeran, alone star
coming out here freestyling with the guitar
cause i’ve forgotten the lyrics of this bit right here
so i freestyle off the top of the bit with the…

[interlude: “in da club”]
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 s-x, 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 s-x, i ain’t into making love
come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough

[break]
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

[verse 4]
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

[chorus]
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

[spoken]
okay so this is the breakdown bit where we get a little bit funky. ugh, and i 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 after this and have a very, very good time and i’m not stressed anymore. we’re just letting it unwind. i wanna split the room in the middle here. who’s up for that? not, not, not literally. you don’t have to literally divide. 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! (screaming) okay, so we found out that everyone’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? (yeah!) west ham, are you ready? (yeah!) okay, 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

[verse 5]
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 bloodshot whites and irises they never find any
clock stops at times where the sun shine can blind many
although my eyes are heavy, they won’t be closing soon
cause i heard that time waits for n0body, 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 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 recognise real is what my father says
and i’ll be sticking to this phrase until i p-ss 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, man, i don’t need you
you need me, man, i don’t need you
you need me, man, i don’t need you

[interlude]
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!

[verse 6: random impulse]
yo!
in this game, i am my own d-mn man, no restriction, post or boundaries
spouting heat, hungry and my circle always round to eat
crossing circles, counting thousands at a thousand feet
counting sheep and he’s sound asleep
summoned from the deep, now i float, to sink my boat, you’ll need a thousand fleets
walk on any beat and stomp it like a thousand feet
talk is cheap, so i could treat you to my words for free
now that 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 and packing punches like i’m popeye popping spinach
eating every course… lunch, i ain’t forgotten dinners
play guitars as well as bars so you ain’t rocking with beginners
sorry, time’s ticking, i can’t mess with up-and-comers
national lottery business, only winners have my numbers
man i’m nothing like you fronters, show you how it is
i can’t really do nothing for you ‘less you got something to give, ed!

[chorus]
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

[verse 7]
i’ll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
gonna be breaking into other peoples 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 mysp-ce 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
later!
thank you… thank you so much! see you soon!

- ed sheeran lyrics

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