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

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Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new
Playing a different show every in front of a new crowd
you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me focus, as I sing 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 artists
I'm not you, now that would be
Let me sing and do my thing and move to pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, all me
I'm not fake, don't call me lazy
I won't put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to of suffocate me

'Cause you 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 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 sing and write my own
And I write my own verse?
Don't need another word-smith to my tune sell?
Call a singer-writer. You're just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write
I sing fast, I that all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit
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
Never believe the bullshit that guys feed to ya
Always read the that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm
When I perform live, feels I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise some fella filmed me
'A young singer-writer like Gabriella

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? the hell does it matter? Chitter chatter
matta Whatta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to me
All I want is a bit of in me
To battle this industry
To be me in this seedy world
Can you me?
Hey
So I keep singin
When I started this rappin shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with and just developed a hater radar
I for the stars
Kept my grime in the
Then I payed with remedy rhymes with the melody
Henesey shots and all these fools on the block who said you got to be a now to raise the top
Just a normal casual usual type of guy
My head in the sky Ed Sheeran urban angel ready to die
So see the signs plan to
Open your and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skies
All alone alone
Urban angel risin from the
Surprisin no guiding
Now movin'

You can find me in da club 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 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 love come gimme a hug if you're into getting rough

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

My eyes are red, been burning, I've been burning
My eyes are red, I've burning, I've been burning
My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a off your high 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 grade weed I got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my I'm gonna panic
Cos like I said I come from yeah smoking it is a habit
Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one things I inherited like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm weed yes it makes me feel good
Yes high grade yes it makes me feel
Yes it is a and if I start to smoke it I'mma turn into a thug
Where I come from the could only get you mugged
Where I come from burning is a blessing from above
Where I come from yes we burn it when we rub a dove
I come from after we burn it we has to make love
Where I come yes we burn it when the sun starts shine
I blaze high weed all the time!

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

Yea

Cause the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop till my in lights
At stadium heights with Damien
On red carpets, now I'm on Nights
I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I hyper
be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yep The over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track a loop pedal
People think I'm bound to blow up
done around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I on the couch
So you can be the when I'm singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, I've prepared
With vo5 wax for my hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a of what the future holds
Cause another day

Rucksack old clothes
I rap with the cold flows, I'm with the old jokes
In fact you don't
On tracks I throw blows to make my relevant
If you can't keep up you'll get none, 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 ever since I hit the 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 i'll need to practice this
But I make shit happen, me a laxative
World's on my shoulders I don't even what atlas is
bars, sharp like a cactus is
I'm back to rapping back to
be practicing now I'm back to singing this

'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 need you

I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre basic
Gonna be breaking into people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the with a facelift
Into another rappers using new laces
Selling CD's from my aiming for the papers
Selling from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, as I get the bus back
Clean cut kid a razor for the mustache
I hit back the pen hurts me
I'm still a boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the as a year ago
But more hear me though
to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the
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

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

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