Ed Sheeran – You Don’t Know (For Fucks Sake) Song Lyrics
About Ed Sheeran: Edward Christopher “Ed” Sheeran (born 17 February 1991) is an English singer-songwriter and producer. He was born in Halifax, before moving to Framlingham. He learned to play guitar and started writing songs at a young age. He began recording in 2005 and moved to London in 2008 to pursue a music career. In 2009, he played 312 gigs. In early 2011, Sheeran released an independent extended play, No. 5 Collaborations Project which led him to be signed to Asylum / Atlantic Records. Buoyed by the commercial breakthrough of the singles “The A Team” and “Lego House”, his debut album + has been certified quintuple platinum in the United Kingdom. In 2012, he won two BRIT Awards for Best British Male Solo Artist, and British Breakthrough of the Year, while “The A Team” also won the Ivor Novello Award for Best Song Musically and Lyrically. After collaborating with Taylor Swift on a track for her album Red (2012), it was announced that Sheeran will appear as a special guest on Swift’s seven-month Red Tour of North America in 2013. Ed Sheeran has also toured with, and performed solo, as the opening band for the Rolling Stones on their Zip Code tour in 2015.
Featured Singers: Yelawolf, Ed Sheeran
Lyrics:
For f*ck’s sake
Living the life of a student
Yeah, I begin on a high
Losing my mind
And they say that I’ve been winning for time
Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife
But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines
Sit on the side, with a rhyme pad
With a tin in my sights
Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends
Cause I paid in my pride
Giving the time to write rhymes
But I find truth at a quarter to five, eh
It’s kinda like I took a train
To the left side of my brain, oh, mayne
Toddle some mud, under my door
You know I’m stepping in my own lane
All of these speakers sitting behind me
But what psychology, psychologically insane
Part of me wanna get down, down, down
Making you go low, inside
You don’t know, if you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah
Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil to the paper
God has a favor for your thirst
Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye
To this bullshit praise Allah
To the wheels I’m a ridah
Steering your Prada
Only closed in my Ada-di-das
I’m a fetus in my boom sake nana
Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa
Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my pedal no band though
But every single one of my fans know that
Every damn show, I’m taking their ears on a journey
Like I’m flying overseas with Van Gogh
Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel
Critics hate the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tangoed
Find me wearing old clothes rocking a Kangol
I’m riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo
Hello me, how ya been?
You got a mullet again like when you was 10
You’re probably sipping sweet tee’s, you still huh?
And your piggy bank is full of change
Fact, what you used to steal from
You been playing fools, like a steel drum
Pulling out early, and they still come
Eating from the game, when you know the meal’s done
Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims
Hold up baby, sit still son
Whoa, this old rock, it heals been rolled
Still shocking when I see ’em go
Bananas and they hammer the ?
Living the life of a student
Yeah, I begin on a high
Losing my mind
And they say that I’ve been winning for time
Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife
But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines
Sit on the side, with a rhyme pad
With a tin in my sights
Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends
Cause I paid in my pride
Giving the time to write rhymes
But I find truth at a quarter to five, eh
I’m not the average half wit
After this hour gets out of this
60 seconds I’m going in any directions
And chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and water
It’s probably the better idea you move the direction in
Fact its a part of me to be the looser of cannons
Blowing his f*cking mics like the winds
I caught this cardigan
Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans
But really who’s a friend?
Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool again
Know I be new again
A student of you my friend
Marshall Mathers, I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10
Minus 4, minus war
You don’t want it
Shady records I’m already better, f*ck it, doggonnit
Dog don’t gotta lead
Dog’s already home
Jack, dog I’m a beast, I’m a wolf
Bring your dogs back
A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
Sh’, tell him how we gonna sell ’em man
Been working hard all week
(So if you wonder if we earned it, well its not a probably)
So won’t you bring that back to me
(And holla when you hear it like all the screams of a Halloween)
I got blisters on my feet
(To walk in night with you is not the shoes to be borrowing)
So won’t you bring that back to me
(‘Cause all the sole of my pin is what all the sorrow brings)
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no