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 true, 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 my 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
‘Cause 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
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
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse hell
Don’t need another wordsmith to make my tunes sell
Call yourself a singer-writer, you’re just bluffing
Name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing, fast, I know that all my shit’s cool
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit 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 bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia
And musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me
A young singer writer like a Gabriella Cilmi
‘Cause 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
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
Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right
I won’t stop until my name’s in lights
With stadium heights, with Damian Rice
On red carpets, now I’m on Arabian Nights
Because I’m young I know my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singersongwriter, yeah
The game’s over but now I’m on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I’m bound to blow up
I’ve done around about a thousand shows but
I haven’t got a house plus I live on a couch
So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out
Wow, from day one I’ve been prepared
With V05 wax for my ginger hair
Now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of
What the future holds cause it’s another day
Plus I’ll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
And I’ll be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Slipping into another rapper shoes using new laces
I’m selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the moustache
I hit back, when the pen hurts me
I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I’m still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up, call me Rufio
Melody music maker, reading all the papers
They say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator
Cause 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
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 still got a rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows
I’m back with the most jokes, in fact you don’t know
On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant
If you can’t keep up you’ll get none, you’re celibate
My flow’s developing, skin lacks the melanin
Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
I do it for the hell of it
Ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
I took what held me back with the women and then I packaged the image
Put in some content and I then I sold it back as a gimmick
The fact is this, I’ll end up dating actresses
Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I’ll need to practice this
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative
World’s on my shoulders, I don’t even know what Atlas is
Hard bars sharp like a cactus is
I’m back to rappping, back to back cause I’ve been practicing
I’m back to sing this
Cause 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
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
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