You Need Me, I Don't Need You

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
And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now (ow, ow)
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

Cause 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
Until 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
Until you need me

I sing, I write my own tune and
I write my own verse, hell
Don’t need another wordsmith
to make the tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer
You’re just bluffing Name’s on the credits
Said 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
Young singer-writer like that Gabriella Cilmi

Cause 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
Until 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
Until you need me man

Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right
I won’t stop ‘til my name’s in lights
stadium heights with Damien Rice,
on red carpets Now I’m on
Arabian Nights Because
I’m young and know a brother’s gonna
give me advice Long nighter, short height
and I’ve gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yep 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 could read the lyrics while
I’m singing them out Wow, from day one
I’ve been prepared
With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I’m, back to the sofa
For giving a dose of what the future holds
Cause it’s another day

Plus I keep my last name forever
Keep the genre pretty basic
And I’ll be breaking into
other people’s tunes when
I chase it
And replace it with an eleplant
in a room with a facelift
Into a another rapper’s shoes with new laces
I’m selling CDs from a rucksack
Aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from a rucksack
Aiming for the majors
Nationwide ‘til we just jack
As soon as they get the bus back
Clean cut kid with 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 fuc*** in an elevator

Cause 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
Until 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
Until you need me man I don’t need you