You Need Me, I Don't Need You

(Intro) I don’t want bruise your ears Or hurt you again But I got back-stabbed by a black cab When I needed a friend [Verse 1] 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’ll say the words that make you blush I’m gonna sing this now See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is I'm like glue I stick to other artists I'm not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me [Chorus] 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 X2 You need me [Verse 2] I sing and write my own tune 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 Name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing I sing, fast, I know that all my shit's 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 And I won’t be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia And musically I’m demonstrating When I perform live, feels like I am meditating Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me A young singer writer like a Gabriella Cilmi [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right I won't stop until my name's in lights With stadium heights, with Damian Rice On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights Because I'm young I know my brothers gonna give me advice Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper Never be anything but a singer/songwriter, yeah The game's over but now I'm on a new level Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal People think that I'm bound to blow up I've done around about a thousand shows but I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out Wow, from day one I've been prepared With V05 wax for my ginger hair Now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of What the future holds cause it's another day Plus I'll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic And I'll be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Slipping into another rapper shoes using new laces I'm selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to 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 Fenchurch 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 Rufio Melody music maker, reading all the papers They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator [Hook]