Correction Paroles You Need Me, I Don't Need You par Ed Sheeran

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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 like life is great now
See me lose focus as I sing to you now
And 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 then do my thing I’ll 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
Cos 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

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 single writer, your just bluffing
Names on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing fast I know that all my shits 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
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 on Wikipedia
And musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live it feels like I am meditating
Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me
A young single writer like a Gabriella Cilmi
Cos 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
And all I want in this cold world is to make music
And use it not to abuse it
And get infected then facted with the who’s who of music
Who did it, who is it, who’s in it
Who’s what the hell does it matter chitter chatter don’t matter with the yidi yidi yada
Don’t matter to me all I want is a bit of dignity
Hear me 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 radar
I’m aimed for the stars
Kept my grind in the dark
Then they came with the remedy kicking rhymes with the melody
Hennessey 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 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 at 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 the skies
All alone Alonestar
Urban angel rising from the ashes surprising
No haters, guiding no moving
I’m steady 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 sex, I ain’t into making love
Come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough
You can find me in the club, club
Bottle full of bubbly 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
Uh huh, uh huh hooooo
Uh huh, uh huh

Cos 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
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, burning
Now where I come from burning weed it is a ‘abit
A big fat bag of high grade weed you know I got to have it
Cause if i dont have it in my pocket im going to panic
Cause like i said where i come from weed smoking is a habit
We'll do da bun in da place up in the hood
One of the tings i have inherited like a ghetto man should
One of dem tings i 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 bout sensimilla is a drug
And if I start to smoke it ima-nna turn into a thug.
Where I come from that they talking could that only get ya mug.
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 it afta 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
Cos 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

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 brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
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
I keep my last name forever
I keep my genre pretty basic
I'm gonna be breaking in to other peoples tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
stepping into another rappers 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 ‘till we just jack it’s easy 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 just 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*cking in an elevator

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