[bad word] edsheeran]
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 [bad word]  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 this 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

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 sing and write my own tune
And I write my own verse [bad word] Don't need another wordsmith to make my tunes 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 [bad word] s cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brits 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 [bad word] that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia
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

And all I want in this cold world is to make music
And use it not to abuse it
And get in facted infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who's is it, who's in it, who what the [bad word] does it matter
Chitter chatter don't matter
What a yida yida yata it don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity
You need 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 [bad word] I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater rader
I'm made for the stars pay my grind in the dark
And they came with the remedy kicking rhymes with the melody
Hennesy 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 causual usual everyday type of guy
With my head in the sky
Ed Sheeran urban [bad word] ready to die
So see the signs stand at the side open your eyes 
And take a look and realise
The ressurection arised and theres a missed clears
I arised from my tomb in the skys
I'm all alone a lone star urban angel rising from the ashes
Suprising no haters guiding or moving now steady

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubby
Mummy I got the X if you into taking [bad word] I'm into having , I ain't into making love [bad word] give me a hug if you feel me getting rough
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My eyes are red I've been burning
I've been burning
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On a spliff of your high grade
My eyes are red I've been burning
I've been burning, burning burning
Now where [bad word] from burning weed it is a habit
big fat bag of  high grade weed you know I've got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna panic
Cos like I said where [bad word] from smoking it is a habit