Song: Remember The Name
Album: No.6 Collaborations Project (2019)
Singer: Ed Sheeran
Lyricists: Shellback, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Curtis James Jackson, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Marshall Mathers, Max Martin / Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
Copyrights: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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 and you know nothing ’bout my business
And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must’ve missed ’em
Twenty 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 the club!
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! Ayy, ayy!
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! Ayy, ayy!
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 would tell (what?) if I’d prevail (huh)
And all I did was (what) put Nine Inch Nails (where?)
In my eyelids 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 ifs, and, or buts, are squeezing in-between
You sleep on me ’cause you’re only fucking 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
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! Ayy, ayy!
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! Ayy, ayy!
Ain’t nobody cold as me
I dress so fresh, so clean
You can find me in my whip rocking my Fendi drip
Man, you know just what I mean (ow!)
Shining wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemi’s with locks on it
Anything my voice on, this shit knock, don’t it?
Balenciaga saga, I’m in Bergdorf balling
It’s just another episode, my hoes, I spoil ’em
She likes the fly shit and I like to buy shit
Shit, I’m getting stupid money, what else we gonna do with money?
Bitch, we be balling out
The king brings you 50 bottles, tonight we gonna blow a check
Worry ’bout your shit tomorrow
The turn up be so real, we ’bout to get super lit
Boy, I’m kicking straight facts, that’s just how we do this shit
Tomorrow we hanging over ’til we start feeling sober
Then it’s time to start it over, here we go again
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! Ayy, ayy!
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! Ayy, ayy!
Hey, hey, hey (ow!)
