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 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 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 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 last 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 face-lift Slipping into another rapper 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 and soon as I get the bus back Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache 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 (x2) You need me