Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
Thats you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus as I sing to you loud
I cant, no, I wont hush, I say the words that make you blush
Im gonna sing this now
See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is
Im like glue, I stick to other artists
Im not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, Im real, I do it all, its all me
Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy
I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me.
I sing, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell
Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer, youre just bluffing
Names on the credits and you didnt write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool
I will blast and I didnt go to BRIT School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I cant last, if Im smoking on a crack pipe
And I wont 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 Im demonstrating
When I perform live feels like I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me
Young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi
‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me.
‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights
Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
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 the couch
So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out
From day one, I’ve been prepared, with VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I’m back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds
‘Cos it’s another day, plus I keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper’s shoes using new laces
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD’s from my rucksack aiming for 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
‘Cos you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you.
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