The Memes of Edward Sheeran 2.0 | ✔️

Meme #371.

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.
Ow, ow.
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 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, you're just bluffing.
Names 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 you.
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia.
And musically I'm demonstrating!
And 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, no.

'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.
'Cause you need me.

'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right.
I won't stop 'til my name's in lights.
At stadium heights with Damien Rice.
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights.
Because I'm young I know my brother's gonna give me advice.
Long-nighter, short height, and I gone hyper.
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter.
Yet 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 show, but I haven't got a house, plus I live on the couch. So you believe 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, plus 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 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 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 Ruffio.
Melody music maker, reading all the papers.
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking 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!

Still got a rucksack for the 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.
Man, flows developing, skin lacks the melanin.
Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in.
I 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, and then I packaged the image.
Put in some content and then I sold it back as a gimmick.
The fact is this: I'll end up dating actresses, wake up on dirty mattresses.
I think I need to practice this.
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative.
World's on my shoulders, I don't even know what Atlas is.
Hard part's sharp like a cactus is.
I'm back to rapping back to back.
'Cause I've been practicing.
I'm back to sing 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.
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 don't need you.

^ Not even the full live version. ^
You're welcome.

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