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

I sing, I write my own tune and
I write my own verse hell,
Don't need another wordsmith
To make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer
You’re just bluffing
Your 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
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’
Cos 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,
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,
You need me, man, I don't need you at all,
You need me,

And all I want in this cold world
Is to make music
And use it, not to abuse it
And get infected, Defected
With the who's who of music
Who did it, Who is it, Who's in it,
Who what the hell does it matter,
Chitter Chatter don't matter,
What a Yidda Yidda Yatta
It don't matter to me,
All I want is a bit of dignity
You need to battle this industry
Freely to be me, in this CD needy world can you hear me,
Hey!
So I keep singing that,
When I first started this rapping shit,
I felt Pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadist
And just developed a hater rador
Im made for the stars, Pay my grind in the dark
And they came with the remedy kicking rhymes,
With the melody hennesy shots,
And all these fools on the block,
Who said you've gotta be a Gangster now,
To raise to the top,
Im just a normal, casual, usual,
Everyday type of guy with my head in the sky,
Ed sheeran urban angel comming ready to die,
So see the signs stand at the side open your eyes,
And take a look and realise
The ressurection arised and there\'s a missed clears
I arised from my tomb in the sky
I'm all alone, a lone star, urban angel
Raising from the ashes, suprising no haters,
Guiding or moving steady now.

You can find me in the club, Bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking Drugs
Im into having Sex, I ain't into making love,
So come give me a hug if your into getting rough

You can find me in the club, Bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking Drugs
Im into having Sex, I ain't into making love,
So come give me a hug if your into getting rough
Ah huh ah hu oooh
Ah huh ah hu oooh

'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,
'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,
'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,
'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,
'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,
'Cos you need me, man, I don't need you,

My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning,
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning,
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning,
On a spliff of your high grade
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
RASTAMAN TIME!
Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit,
A big fat bag of high grade weed i've got to have it
'Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I will panic
'Cos like I said where I come from smoking is a habit.

And do the pan up in the rizzler in the hood
One Of de tings I have inherited like a ghetto man should
One dem tings smoking weed it make me feel good
Burning high grade semsolina now
Yes it makes me feel good
But listen man a couple
Semsolina is a drug, and if I start
To smoke it imma turn into a thug,
Where I come from that talk That
Could only get ya mugged
Where I come from burning weed
It is a blessing from above
Where I come from yes we burn it
When we listen Rub-a-dub
Where I come from yes we burn it
After we just-a-make-love,
Where I come from we burn it
When the sun starts shine,
I Blaze high grade weed all the time.

My eyes are red
'Cos you need me, man, I don\'t need you
You need me man
My eyes are red
'Cos you need me, man, I don\'t need you at all
You need me man
My eyes are red
'Cos you need me, man, I don\'t need you
You need me man
My eyes are red
'Cos you need me, man, I don\'t need you
You need me man I don\'t need you at all,
You need me I don\'t need you