Fm
Fm
Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Pl aying a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That's y ou now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, a s 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 n ow
Fm
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 s ing 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 s adly seems to sort of s uffocate 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 at all
You need me, m an, 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 word-smith to make my tune sell?
B♭
Call yourself a singer-writer. You're just bluffing
Your n ame's on the credits and you d idn'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
Fm
And I won't be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
B♭
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Al ways read the stories that you h ear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm demonstrating
G＃
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
B♭
Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
'A young singer-writer like G abriella 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, at all
You need me, m an, 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
'C ause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop till my name's in light
At Stadium Heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian nights
Because I'm young and a ll my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I'm gone hyper
G＃
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
B♭
The games over but now I'm on a new level
Wa tch how I step on the t rack 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 the couch
So y ou can be the lyrics when I'm s inging 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 giving a dose of what the future holds
'Cause it's another day
Fm
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
In to another rappers shoes using new laces
Fm
Selling cds from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling cds from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide till we're Just Jack, soon as I get the bus back
Cl ean 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
Ac cording to the myspace and youtube videos
Fm
I'm always doing shows, if I'm not I'm in the studio
G＃
Truly broke, never growing up call me *Ruffio
B♭
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They s ay I'm up and coming like I'm fucking 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, at all
You need me, m an, 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, m an, I don't need you
