You Need Me , I Don't Need You

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 say the words that make you blush I'm gonna sing this now Ow, ow See I'm true My songs are where my heart is I'm like glue I stick to other artists I'm not you No that'd be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing And move to greener pastures 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 You need me I sing I write my own tunes 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 Names on the credits and You didn't write nothing I sing fast I know that all my shhhh 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 No I won't be a product Of my genre My mind will always be stronger Than my songs are Never believe the bullshhhh 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 Young singer writer like A Garbirella Chilmi   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 My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning burning My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning off a spliff off your high grade My eyes are red I've been burning I've been bur--ning I keep my last name forever Keep the genre pretty basic Gonna be breaking into other peoples Tune's when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in The room with the face lift Stepping into a new rappers shoes Using new laces I'm celling CD's from my rucksack Aiming for the papers Celling CD's from my rucksack Aiming for the majors Nation wide tour with just jack 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 fen church 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