You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live At The Bedford)

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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

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

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 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

Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing

I sing, fast, I know that all my ****'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 ******** that fake guys feed to ya

Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia

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

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

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

All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it

Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music

Who did it, who is it, who's in it or what the hell does it matter?

Chitter chatter, don't matter what a yidder, yidder, yadder, it don't matter to me

All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely

To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?

Hey, so I keep singing that

When I first started this rapping **** I felt pressure from haters

Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar

And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark

And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody

Hennesey shots and Glocks, all these fools on the block

Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?

I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy

Coming ready to die

Coming ready to die

Ed Sheeran, Alonestar

coming now here freestyling with a guitar

coz I’ve forgotten the lyrics so this bit right here

so I freestyle off the top of the next -- and

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub

Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs

Into having ***, I ain't into making love

Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough

You can find me in the club,

Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs

Into having ***, I ain't into making love

Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough

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

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

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

You need me, man

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 off your high grade

My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning, burning

Now where I come from burning **** it is a habit

A big fat bag of high grade ****, you know I got to have it

Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm going to panic

Cos like I said where I come from **** smoking is a habit

Yup, we'll do da bun in the place up in the hood

One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should

One of them things is smoking **** it yes it makes me feel good

Burning high grade sensimilla, yes it makes me feel

But me is a man, ah, talk about sensimilla is a drug

And if I start to smoke it I'm gonna turn into a thug

Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged

Where I come from burning **** it is a blessing from above

Where I come from yes we bun it when we listen rub a dub

Where I come from yes we bun after we just a make a love

Where I come from yes we bun it when the sun starts shine

I blaze high grade **** all the time!

Now my eyes are red

you need me, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

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

You need me man, my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, I don't need you

Okay so this is the break now, we’re gonna get a little bit fun

Ah. And now you forget about the whole week,

You forget about the whole week and the whole weekend,

Just forget about everything,

Coz it’s Sunday.

We’re all gonna get drunk afterwards,

And have a very, very good time.

And I’m not stressed anymore,

We just lay it off on wine.

I wanna spilt the room, in the middle here.

Who’s off for that?

Yea

Not..not literally, you don’t have to literally parted, it’s all good.

All good. Peace and love, peace and love with others.

What I was gonna say:

This side, Up there, are you with me?

This side, up there, are you with me?

Everyone, scream as loud as you can.

..Okay, so we found out that everybody’s voices works.

This side, you are West Ham, Okay? You are West Ham F.C.

This side, you are Millwall, yeah?

You two, you two hate each other.

You two are gonna beat each other at whatever you do. No matter what.

So, if I give you something to sing, you have to sing louder than them.

if I give you something to sing, you have to sing louder than them.

You all up for that?

Millwall, are you ready?

West Ham, are you ready?

Okay, West Ham, you sing:

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

Millwall, you sing:

my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

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

You need me man, my eyes are red

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

You need me man, my eyes are red

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

You need me man, my eyes are red

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

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I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be

Awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees

Admiring the scene, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe.

Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep

Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any

Clock stops at times where the sunshine can blind many

Although my eyes are heavy, they won't be closing soon

Cause I heard that time waits for nobody, I suppose it's true

We make corrosive tunes through acid tabs and vocables

To see the flashing lights at photo shoots, we make our motive moves

I say whatever I feel to vent a rhyme

So I can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine

Cause real will recognise real" is what my father says

And I'll be sticking to this phrase until I pass away

Overworking, no sleep is just another way to die slow

But I'll just keep going strong and never let my eyes close.

You need me, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you

I got my friend, very good friend and he’s gonna come up:

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

You need me man, my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

You need me man, I don't need you

You need me man, my eyes are red

I keep my last name forever

I keep my genre pretty basic

I'm gonna be breaking in to other peoples tunes when I chase it

And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift

stepping into another rappers 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 ‘till we just jack it’s easy 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 just 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 ****ing in an elevator.

Later

Thank you!

Thank you so much, see you soon.