Ed Sheeran — You Need Me I Dont Need You Live Ustream Version

[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 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 1] '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 wordsmith to make my tunes 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 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 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 1] '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 [Verse 3] And 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 shit 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 Hennessey shots and... all these fools on the block Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise the top? Just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy With my head in the sky, Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die So see the signs, stand to the side Open your eyes and take a look and realise The resurrection's arrived and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in disguise, all alone, A lone star Urban Angel rising from the ashes, surprising all haters Guiding, now moving steady when we say [Pre-Chorus] Ayy, ayy, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast of celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out, pass out Yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast of celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out [Chorus/Collision] 'Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man [Bridge] 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 'Cause if I don't have it in my pocket I'm going to panic 'Cause 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'ma-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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Instrumental] [Verse 5] 'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right I won't stop until my name's in lights At stadium heights, with Damian Rice On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights Because I'm young, I know my brothers gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah 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 a couch So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out Wow, from day one I've been prepared With V05 wax for my ginger hair Now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of What the future holds cause it's another day Plus I'll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic And I'll be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Slipping into another rapper 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 moustache 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 fucking in an elevator