I'm wearing clapped out shoes, making dead tunes, in my bedroom,
with a dead shirt, said i would quit work, yes i said soon,
Its why I'm writing lyrics on the tube, while the dude, reading the news, glances over at my phone too,
With bars so heavy everybody should anticipate,
besides i write them when i want, i even make the paper wait,
i know this tune aint like the others, but its just the risk i take,
i see what you're saying brother, but i can't relate,
so don't try get me with them dead jokes, it won't work,
the only time you ever made a crease is on your sh** shirt,
and nobody likes you,
I just parred your f**ing life,
in a damn hiku,
and i didnt even try too
so why would i act like my careers a beast,
when the only plaque i earned this year is on my teeth,
im not blown up and I'm hardly famous,
but the sets sewn up in the craziest places
so buckledownknucklehead, you've only just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,
so while they spunk their student loan,
I've been sat back home alone,
and now I've grown, into something i never really could have known was possible,
this dossers lost interest on all thats topical and new nights are the only sights stuck up in my optical,
i know you're not mishearing me, but seriously,
my name is not ed sheeran see, I'm a man going about living his own dream,
and it might be more likely,
if i stop singing his songs and he stops singing just like me,
so call me a copy cat wa*ker,
cos i master bait lines
repeating them 8 times,
I'm having a great time,
if people don't rate mine,
they can just hate fine,
but what you'll hear on the grape vine, is I'm,
mesmorising, be warned,
redifining, luke warm,
and all the sh** that comes out of my mouth is like a stormy yawn,
and I've got verbal diarrhoea, can't you hear,
so if i don't blow up today,
no way I'm waiting out till next year
so buckledownknucklehead, you've only just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,
you can see, as much as me, that lyrically, its a little bit of a difficult time for me, and the words won't flow like they did recently,
but see I'm at it again, when I've been focusing my mind and then i pick up a pen,
see i was told to write a hit, I've got to write a load of sh**,
witten a load of sh**, but still no hit,
and now its too late,
cos I'm already stuck up in it, see i would go back to uni but my mates are nearly finished, and i love pub grub so much that when i go out wearing a shirt,
i tuck my gut in to look thinner init,
in other words I'm getting older,
and yet it feels like something they'd have told ya,
but I'm,
level headed but my head is with the stars so I'm guess I'm saying I'm on the same level as they are,
cos i tried to quit,
my mind said don't,
that makes me an oxymoron cos my will won't let me
so buckledownknucklehead, you've only just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,