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"You Need Me, I Don't Need You" 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, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud And I cant, no, I wont hush Ill say the words that make you blush Im gonna sing this now Oh oh 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 Cause 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 and write my own tune and I write my own verse Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer - youre just bluffing Your 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 on Wikipedia And musically Im 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 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 'Cause with the lyrics Ill be aiming it right I wont stop 'til my name's in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice On red carpets, now Im on Arabian Nights Because Im young I know my brother's gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah. The game's 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 havent got a house plus I live on a couch So you can be the lyrics when Im singing them out, wow From day one, Ive been prepared With vo5 wax for my ginger hair So now Im back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds 'Cause its another day Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other peoples 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 mustache I hit back when the pen hurts me Im still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee Im still the same as a year ago But more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos Im always doing shows if Im not Im in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio Melody music maker Reading all the papers They say Im up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator . 'Cause 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 dont need you

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, ciao, seems that life is great now See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud And I cant, no, I wont hush Ill 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 Cause 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 and write my own tune And I write my own verse? Hell Dont need another word-smith to make my tune sell? Call yourself a singer-writer. Youre just bluffing Your 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 on Wikipedia And musically Im 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 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 And all I want in this cold world Is to make music and use it not to abuse it and get infected effected with the who's who of music Who did it who's in it who what the hell does it matter chitta chatta Dont matta Whatta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to me All I want is a bit of dignity hear me To battle this industry freely To be me in this CD needy world Can you hear me? Hey So I keep singin that When I first started this rappin shit I felt pressure from haters Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar I made for the stars Kept my grime in the dark Then I payed with remedy kickin rhymes with the melody Henesey shots and all these fools on the block who said you got to be a gangsta now to raise the top Just a normal casual usual everyday type of guy My head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel comin ready to die So see the signs plan to decide Open your eyes and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and there's a misclears I arise tomb in the skys All alone alone stars Urban angel risin from the ashes Surprisin no haters guiding Now movin' steady You can find me in da club bottle full of bub mummy I got da x an they into takin drugs and they having sex and they makin love come give me a hug things are getting rough You can find me in the club club bottle full a bubbly mummy I got da x and they takin drugs and they havin sex and they makin love come gimme a hug thin are gettin rough Ahuh ahuh ooooo Ahuh ahuh ooooo

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 *Instrumental* My eyes are red ive been burnin ive been burnin My eyes are red ive been burnin ive been burnin My eyes are red ive been burnin ive been burnin on a splif off your high grade My eyes are red ive been burnin ive been burnin burnin burnin Now where I come from burnin' weed it is a habit A big fat bag of high grade weed I got to have it Cos if I dont have it im my pocket im gonna panic Cos like I said where I come from yeah smokin it is a habit Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one them things I inhereted like a ghetto man should Whenever I'm smokin' weed yes it makes me feel good yes high grade weed yes it makes me feel Yes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it I'mma turn into a thug Where I come from the talking could only get you mugged Where I come from burnin' weed is a blessing from above Where I come from yes we burn it when we listen rub a dove Where I come from after we burn it we has to make love Where I come from yes we burn it when the sun starts shine I blaze high grade weed all the time! Now my eyes are red Cuz you need me I dont need you You need me man my eyes are red You need me man I dont need you You need me man my eyes are red And you need me I dont need you You need me man my eyes are red You need me man I dont need you You need me I dont need you *Instrumental* Woooah Woooah Woooah Yea

Cause with the lyrics Ill be aiming it right I wont stop till my name's in lights At stadium heights with Damien Rice On red carpets, now Im on Arabian Nights Because Im young and all my brothers gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper Never be anything but a singer-songwriter Yep The game's 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 havent got a house plus I live on the couch So you can be the lyrics when Im singing them out (Wow) From day one, Ive been prepared With vo5 wax for my ginger hair So now Im back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds Cause its another day Rucksack with old clothes I rap with the cold flows Im back with the old jokes Infact you dont know Tracks dont goes for me My punchline's relevant If you can't keep up your gettin on your selevant My flow's developing Skin likes the melody Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in Do it for the hell of it Cuz ever since I hit the mainstream with the A Team I seem to sell a bit I do hell ill be back with the women Package the image put in some content then its all the factors ya make the fact is this I'll end up dating actresses we come on dirty matches I think i'll need to practice this But I make shit happen call me a laxative World's on my shoulders I dont even know what atlas is Hard bar shot like a cactus is I'm back to rappin back to backers I'll be practicing now I'm back to singing this Cause 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

I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other peoples tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Into another rappers shoes using new laces Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors Nationwide til we're just jack, soon as I get the bus back Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache I hit back when the pen hurts me Im still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee Im still the same as a year ago But more people hear me though According to the MySpace and YouTube videos Im always doing shows if Im not Im in the studio Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio Melody music maker Reading all the papers They say Im up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator Cause 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 dont need you