Ed Sheeran - You need me, i don't need you - live and in session 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 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 [Hook] '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 2] 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**'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** 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' [Hook] And all I want in this cold world Is to make music and use it not to abuse it and get infected effected 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 Yidda yidda yadda don't matta 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 singin that When I first started this rappin sh** I felt pressure from haters Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar I made for the stars Kept my grime in the dark Then I payed with remedy kickin rhymes with the melody Henesey shots and all these fools on the block who said you got to be a gangsta now to raise the top Just a normal casual usual everyday type of guy My head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel comin ready to die So see the signs plan to decide Open your eyes and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skies All alone alone stars Urban angel risin from the ashes Surprisin no haters guiding Now movin' steady You can find me in da club bottle full of bub mummy I got da x an they into takin d** and they having s** and they makin love come give me a hug if you're into getting rough You can find me in the club club bottle full a bubbly mummy I got da x and they takin d** and they havin s** and they makin love come gimme 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 at all You need me, man, I don't need you *Instrumental* 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 Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit A big fat bag of high grade weed I 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 yeah smoking it is a habit Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one them things I inherited like a ghetto man should Whenever I'm smoking weed yes it makes me feel good Yes high grade weed yes it makes me feel Yes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it I'mma turn into a thug Where I come from the talking could only get you mugged Where I come from burning weed is a blessing from above Where I come from yes we burn it when we listen rub a dove Where I come from after we burn it we has to make love Where I come from yes we burn it when the sun starts shine I blaze high grade weed all the time! 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 *Instrumental* Woooah Woooah Woooah Yea 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 gone hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yep 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 can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out (Wow) 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 Rucksack with old clothes I rap with the cold flows, I'm back with the old jokes In fact you don't know On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibate My flow's developing, skin lacks the melanin Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in Do it for the hell of it cause ever since I hit the mainstream with the A Team I seem to sell a bit I took what held me back with the women I packaged the image, put in some content, then sold it back as a gimmick fact is this I'll end up dating actresses wake up on dirty mattresses, I think i'll need to practice this But I make sh** happen, call me a laxative World's on my shoulders I don't even know what atlas is Hard bars, sharp like a cactus is I'm back to rapping back to backers I'll be practicing now I'm back to singing this '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 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, soon as I 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 Rufio Melody music maker Reading all the papers They say I'm up and coming like I'm f**ing in an elevator 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, man, I don't need you Cool...