You Need Me, I Don't Need You-Ed Sheeran/Jermaine Jackson/Corey Gibson/LP

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, hello, 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 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 ‘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, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune 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 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 b******t 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 Young singer-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. ‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is 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’m going 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 the couch So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out 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 ‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this 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 Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for 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 f**king in an elevator ‘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