Ти мені нафіг всрався, а ось я потрібен тобі, холоп!
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, hello, 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 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
Does he write his own tune? Does he write his own verse? hell Or need another wordsmith to make the 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 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 Gabriella Cilmi 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