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I don't want to bruise your ears
Or hurt you again
But I got back-stabbed by a black cab
When I needed a friend
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
And 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
Does he write his own tunes? Does he write his own verse?
Hell, don’t need another word-smith to make my tune 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 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 on 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 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, man, I don’t need you
'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right,
I won't stop 'til my name's 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 (wow)
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
'Cause 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
I'm 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, 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 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
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
'Cause you need me, man,
You need me, man,
'Cause you need me, man,
You need me, man,
‘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
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
Or hurt you again
But I got back-stabbed by a black cab
When I needed a friend
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
And 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
Does he write his own tunes? Does he write his own verse?
Hell, don’t need another word-smith to make my tune 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 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 on 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 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, man, I don’t need you
'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right,
I won't stop 'til my name's 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 (wow)
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
'Cause 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
I'm 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, 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 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
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
'Cause you need me, man,
You need me, man,
'Cause you need me, man,
You need me, man,
‘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
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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