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
Child 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
Im like glue I stick to other artists
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do this 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
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
X2
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
Your name’s on the credits
And you didn’t write nothing
I sing, fast
I know that all my shits 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
An 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
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
Coz 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
(x2)
You need me
Coz with the lyrics ill be aiming it right
I won't stop until my names in lights
With stadium heights, with damian rice
On red carpets,now im on arabian nights
Because im young I know my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height
And I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer/songwriter
Yeah, the games over but now im on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that im bound to blow up
Ive done around about a thousand shows but
I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch
So you can read the lyrics when im singin them out
Wow, from day one ive been prepared
With v05 wax for my ginger hair
Now im back to the sofa givin a does of what the future
Holds coz its another day plus ill keep my laste name forever
Keep the genre pretty basic
And ill be breaking into other people 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
Im selling cd's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling cd's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with just jack and soon as I 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 im not I'm in the studio
Truly broke never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator
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
(x2)
You need me
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
Child 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
Im like glue I stick to other artists
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do this 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
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
X2
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
Your name’s on the credits
And you didn’t write nothing
I sing, fast
I know that all my shits 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
An 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
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
Coz 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
(x2)
You need me
Coz with the lyrics ill be aiming it right
I won't stop until my names in lights
With stadium heights, with damian rice
On red carpets,now im on arabian nights
Because im young I know my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height
And I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer/songwriter
Yeah, the games over but now im on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that im bound to blow up
Ive done around about a thousand shows but
I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch
So you can read the lyrics when im singin them out
Wow, from day one ive been prepared
With v05 wax for my ginger hair
Now im back to the sofa givin a does of what the future
Holds coz its another day plus ill keep my laste name forever
Keep the genre pretty basic
And ill be breaking into other people 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
Im selling cd's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling cd's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with just jack and soon as I 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 im not I'm in the studio
Truly broke never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator
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
(x2)
You need me
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