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Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new
Playing a show every night in front of a new crowd
That's you now, ciao, that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you
And I can't, no, I won't
I'll say the words make you blush
I'm gonna this now

See, I'm true, my are where my heart is
I'm like glue, I to other artists
I'm not you, now that be disastrous
Let me and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me
I stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly to sort of suffocate me

'Cause you need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I need you at all
You need me, man, I don't you

You need me, man, I need you
You me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I need you at all
You me

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I sing and write my own
And I write my own Hell
Don't need another to make my tune sell?
Call yourself a singer-writer. You're bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write
I fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I blast and I didn't go to Brit School
I came fast the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm smoking on a pipe

And I be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my are
Never the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm
I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise when some filmed me
'A young singer-writer Gabriella Cilmi'

And all I want in cold world
Is to make music and use it not to abuse it and get effected with the who's who of music
Who did it? Who is it? in it?
Or what the hell it matter?
Chitter chatter matter what a
Yidda yadda don't matta to me
All I want is a bit of in me
To this industry freely
To be me in this needy world
Can you me?
Hey
So I singin that
When I first started rappin shit I felt pressure from haters
invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar
I made for the
my grime in the dark
Then I payed with remedy kickin rhymes with the
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 everyday type of guy
My head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel comin to die
So see the signs plan to
Open your eyes and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the
All alone stars
Urban angel risin from the
Surprisin no haters
Now steady

You can find me in da club bottle full of bub mummy I got da x an they into takin drugs and they sex and they makin love come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
You can find me in the club club bottle full a bubbly mummy I got da x and they takin and they havin sex and they makin love come gimme a hug if you're into getting rough

You need me, man, I don't you
You me, man, I don't need you at all
You me, man, I don't need you

My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been
My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a spliff off your grade
My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning burning

Now where I come from burning weed it is a
A big fat bag of high grade weed I got to it
Cos if I have it in my pocket I'm gonna panic
Cos like I said where I come from yeah smoking it is a
Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the one them things I inherited like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm smoking weed yes it makes me feel
Yes high grade weed yes it makes me
Yes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it turn into a thug
Where I come from the could only get you mugged
Where I come from burning weed is a blessing from
Where I come from yes we burn it when we rub a dove
Where I come from after we burn it we has to love
Where I come from yes we it when the sun starts shine
I high grade weed all the time!

Now my are red
Cause you need me, I don't you
You need me man, my are red
You me man, I don't need you
You need me man, my are red
And you need me, I need you
You need me man, my are red
You need me man, I need you
You me man, I don't need you

Yea

Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it
I won't till my name's in lights
At stadium heights Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Nights
Because I'm young and all my gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone
be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yep The over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a pedal
People think that I'm to blow up
I've done around about a shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the
So you can be the lyrics I'm singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, been prepared
vo5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the holds
Cause another day

Rucksack old clothes
I rap with the cold flows, I'm back the old jokes
In fact you don't
On tracks I blows to make my punchlines relevant
If you can't keep up get none, you're celibate
My flow's developing, skin the melanin
Give me a shot of and I get it in
Do it for the hell of it cause ever since I hit the with the A Team I seem to sell a bit
I took what held me back the women
I packaged the image, put in some content, then sold it back as a gimmick fact is this I'll end up dating actresses wake up on dirty mattresses, I think need to practice this
But I make shit happen, me a laxative
World's on my shoulders I don't even know atlas is
Hard bars, sharp like a is
I'm back to rapping to backers
I'll be now I'm back to singing this

'Cause you need me, man, I need you
You me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I need you, at all
You me, man, I don't need you

I'll keep my last name keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a
Into another rappers using new laces
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the
Selling CD's from my aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, as I get the bus back
cut kid without a razor for the mustache
I hit when the pen hurts me
I'm a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a ago
But more people me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube
I'm always shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, growing up, call me Rufio
Melody music
all the papers
They say I'm up and like I'm fucking in an elevator

you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I don't you, at all
You need me, man, I don't you

You need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I don't you, at all
You need me, man, I need you

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