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Now I'm in town, break it down, of making a new sound
a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you
And I can't, no, I won't
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 artists
I'm not you, now that be disastrous
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 call me lazy
I won't stay put, 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 don't you
You need me, man, I need you at all
You need me, man, I need you

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 me

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

And I won't be a product of my
My mind always be stronger than my songs are
believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on
And musically I'm
I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise some fella filmed me
'A young singer-writer Gabriella Cilmi'

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

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

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

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

Now where I from burning weed it is a habit
A big fat bag of high grade I got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna
Cos like I where I come from yeah smoking it is a habit
Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one them I inherited like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm smoking weed yes it makes me feel
Yes high weed 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 get you mugged
Where I come burning weed is a blessing from above
Where I come from yes we it when 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 shine
I blaze grade weed all the time!

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

Yea

Cause with the I'll be aiming it right
I won't till my name's in lights
At stadium heights Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian
Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me
Long nighter, short height and I gone
Never be anything but a
Yep The over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I on the track without a loop pedal
People that I'm bound 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)
day one, I've been prepared
With vo5 wax for my ginger
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future
it's 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 throw blows to make my punchlines
If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're
My flow's developing, lacks the melanin
me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
Do it for the hell of it cause ever since I hit the mainstream with the A Team I to sell a bit
I what held me back with the women
I packaged the image, put in some content, sold it back as a gimmick fact is this I'll end up dating actresses wake up on dirty mattresses, I think i'll need to practice this
But I make shit happen, call me a
on my shoulders I don't even know what atlas is
Hard bars, sharp like a is
I'm to rapping back to backers
I'll be now I'm back to singing this

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

I'll keep my name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the with a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new
Selling CD's my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my aiming for the majors
tour with Just Jack, soon as I get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the
I hit back when the pen me
I'm a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm the same as a year ago
But people hear me though
to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I'm always shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up, me Rufio
music maker
Reading all the
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 need you

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

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