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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Stimme und Gesang
Eminem
Eminem
Stimme und Gesang
50 Cent
50 Cent
Stimme und Gesang
Max Martin
Max Martin
Programmierung
Shellback
Shellback
Programmierung
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Schlagzeug
OutKast
OutKast
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Songwriter:in
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter:in
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter:in
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter:in
Max Martin
Max Martin
Songwriter:in
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Songwriter:in
Raymon Murray
Raymon Murray
Songwriter:in
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter:in
Shellback
Shellback
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Produzent:in
Max Martin
Max Martin
Produzent:in
Shellback
Shellback
Produzent:in
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Mischtechniker:in
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
K. Miller
K. Miller
Ingenieur:in
Michael Ilbert
Michael Ilbert
Ingenieur:in
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I was born a misfit
Grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
I never was a sick kid
Always dismissed quick
Stick to singing, stop rapping like it's Christmas
And if you're talking money, then my conversation's shifting
My dreams are bigger than just being on the rich list
Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
My face is going numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
My wife wears red but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy, yeah, you know nothing about my business
And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed 'em
[Verse 2]
20 years old is when I came in the game
And now it's eight years on and you remember the name
And if you thought I was good, well, then I'm better today
But it's ironic how you people thought I'd never be great
I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in da club
[Verse 3]
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name aye-aye, aye-aye
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name aye-aye, aye-aye
[Verse 4]
Hey, hey, hey
I can still remember (What?)
Tryna shop a deal (Uh-huh)
From Taco Bell to TRL, I climbed the Billboard charts
To the top until, as fate would have it (Yeah)
Became an addict
Funny, 'cause I had pop appeal
But they said time'd tell (What?)
If I'd prevail (Huh?)
And all I did was (What?)
Put nine-inch nails (Where?)
In my eye-lids now (What?)
I'm seeing diamond sales
Like I'm in Zales
(Yeah)
Without a doubt, by any means
If rap was skinny jeans, I couldn't do anything in 'em
I'd be splitting seams of denim when I'm spitting schemes
Which really means, no if, ands or buts are squeezin' in between
You sleep on me 'cause you're only fuckin' with me in your dreams
Not even when I'm on my death bed
Man, I feel like, Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic yet
So, why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when I'm dead
Just popped in my head
I said it, then forgot what I said
[Verse 5]
It isn't my time to call it a day
I got rap locked and I'm already paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name, aye-aye, aye-aye
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I got rap locked and I'm already paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name, aye-aye, aye-aye
[Verse 6]
Ain't nobody cold as me
I dress so fresh, so clean
You could find me in my whip, rockin' my Fendi drip
Man, you know just what I mean
Shining wrist with the rocks on it
Buscemis with locks on it
Everything my voice on, the shit knock, don't it ?
Balenciaga saga, I'm in Bergdorf ballin'
It's just another episode, my hoes, I spoil 'em
She like the fly shit, and I like to buy shit
Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king bring you 50 bottles
Tonight we gon' blow a check, worry 'bout the shit tomorrow
The turn-up is so real, we 'bout to be super lit
Boy, I'm kickin' straight facts, that's just how we do this shit
Tomorrow we hangin' over till we start feelin' sober
Then it's time to start it over, here we go again
[Verse 7]
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I got rap locked and I'm already paid
And it's about time you remember the name aye-aye, aye-aye
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I got rap locked and I'm already paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name aye-aye, aye-aye
Hey, hey, hey
Written by: Edward Christopher Sheeran, Martin, Shellback, Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Rico Wade, Ray Murray, Sleepy Brown, Big Boi, André 3000
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