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 la zy
I won't stay put
Give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of su ffocate 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 bur ning
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 elev ator
