You Need Me, I Don't Need You

(album: Chosen - 2017)

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 life is great now
See me lose focus as I sing to you aloud

And I can't, no I wouldn't hush
I say the words that make you blush
I'm gonna sing this now
Now, now, now, now, now, now

See I'm true, my song is where my heart is
I'm like glue, stick to other artists
I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
So let me sing and do my thing
And move to greater 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
'Cause Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me, man

'Cause you need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't

Yeah, I sing and write my own tune, and I write my own verse
Now don't need another wordsmith to make my tune sell
So 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 the product of my genre
And my mind always be stronger than my songs are
So never believe the bullshit that fake guys will feed to you
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia, yeah

And musically I'm demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fellow filmed me
A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi

'Cause you need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't

'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop till my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
Because I'm young I know my brother's gonna give me advice

A long nighter, short height, and I going 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 be the loons when I'm singing them out

From day one, I've been prepared
With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I run back to Suffolk, 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
Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
I replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
To another rapper's shoes using new laces

Selling CDs from a rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, soon as I get the bus back
Clean-cut kid without a razor for the mustache

I hit back when the pen hurts me
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as years 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

'Cause you need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't, man, I don't need you
'Cause you need me, man, I don't
You need me, man, I don't-don't-don't
You need me, man, I don't
Man, I don't, man, I don't

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