Luyện nghe bài hát You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live Version)

1]
Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new
Playing a different show every night in front of a new
That's you now, ciao, seems life is great now
See me lose focus, as I to you loud
And I can't, no, I hush
I'll say the words that make you
I'm gonna this now

See, I'm true, my songs are my heart is
I'm like glue, I stick to other
I'm not you, now that would be
Let me sing and do my thing and to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, all me
I'm not fake, don't ever me lazy
I won't stay put, give me the to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of me

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

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

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I sing and my own tune
And I write my own Hell
Don't need another word-smith to make my tune
Call yourself a singer-writer. You're bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't nothing
I fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I blast and I didn't go to Brit School
I came with the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm on a crack pipe

And I won't be a product of my
My mind will always be than my songs are
Never the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the that you hear on Wikipedia
And I'm demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am
Times at The Enterprise some fella filmed me
'A young singer-writer like Cilmi'

And all I want in this cold
Is to make music and use it not to abuse it and get infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it? Who's in it? Who? What the hell does it matter? chatter
matta Whatta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to me
All I want is a bit of in me
To battle industry freely
To be me in this seedy needy
Can you me?
Hey
So I singin that
When I first started this shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and developed a hater radar
I made for the
Kept my grime in the
Then I payed with remedy rhymes with the melody
Henesey shots and all fools on the block who said you got to be a gangsta now to raise the top
Just a normal casual usual type of guy
My in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel comin ready to die
So see the signs plan to
Open your eyes and take a look and a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skies
All alone stars
Urban risin from the ashes
Surprisin no guiding
Now movin'

You can find me in da 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 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 drugs and they havin sex and they makin love 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 need me, man, I need you

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

Now I come from burning weed it is a habit
A big fat bag of high weed I got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna
Cos I said where I come from yeah smoking it is a habit
Yup to do the bun to the place up in the hood one them things I inherited like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm smoking weed yes it makes me feel
Yes high grade yes it makes me feel
Yes it is a drug and if I to smoke it I'mma turn into a thug
Where I come from the talking could only get you
Where I come from burning weed is a blessing above
Where I come from yes we burn it we listen rub a dove
Where I come after we burn it we has to make love
Where I come from yes we burn it when the sun starts
I blaze grade weed all the time!

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

Yea

Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it
I stop till my name's in lights
At heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Nights
Because I'm and all my brothers gonna give me advice
nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be but a singer-songwriter
Yep The game's over but now I'm on a new
Watch how I step on the track without a pedal
People that I'm bound to blow up
I've done around about a thousand
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the
So you can be the lyrics when I'm them out
(Wow)
day one, I've been prepared
With vo5 wax for my hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, a dose of what the future holds
Cause it's day

Rucksack old clothes
I rap with the cold flows, I'm back the old jokes
In fact you know
On tracks I throw blows to my punchlines relevant
If you can't up you'll get none, you're celibate
My developing, skin lacks the melanin
Give me a shot of and I get it in
Do it for the hell of it cause since I hit the mainstream with the A Team I seem to sell a bit
I what held me back with 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 shit happen, call me a laxative
World's on my shoulders I don't even know what is
bars, sharp like a cactus is
I'm back to rapping back to
I'll be practicing now I'm back to this

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

I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty
Gonna be into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new
Selling CD's from my aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, soon as I get the bus
Clean cut kid without a razor for the
I hit when the pen hurts me
I'm a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the as a year ago
But more people me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the
Truly broke, never growing up, call me
Melody maker
Reading all the
They say I'm up and coming like I'm in an elevator

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

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

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