text: You Need Me, I Don’t Need You Lyrics
  Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
  Playing a different show
  Every night in front of a new crowd
  Thats new now, ciao, seems that life is great now
  See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
  And I cant, no, I won`t hush
  Ill say the words that make you blush
  Im gonna sing this now
  See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is
  Im like glue, I stick to other artists
  Im not you, now that would be disastrous
  Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
  See, Im real, I do it all, its all me
  Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy
  I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free
  Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
  Cause you need me, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you 
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you 
  You need me
  I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell
  Dont need another word-smith to make my tune sell
  Call yourself a singer-writer youre just bluffing
  Your names on the credits and you didnt write nothing
  I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool
  I will blast and I didnt go to Brit School
  I came fast with the way I act, right
  I cant last if Im smoking on a crack pipe
  And I wont 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 on Wikipedia
  And musically Im 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
  Cause you need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you, 
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you, 
  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 whos who of music
  Who did it, who is it, whos in it or what the hell does it matter?
  Chitter chatter, dont matter what a yidder, yidder, yadder, it dont 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 shit 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... all these fools on the block
  Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?
  Im just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy...
  My head in the sky... Ready to die
  Ed Sheeran, Alone Star
  Coming out here freestyling with the guitar
  Cause Ive forgotten the lyrics of this bit right here
  So I freestyle off the top of the bit with the...
  You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
  Mummy Ive got the X if youre into taking drugs
  Into having sex, I aint into making love
  Come give me a hug if youre into getting rough
  You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubbly
  Mummy Ive got the X if youre into taking drugs
  Into having sex, I aint into making love
  Come give me a hug if youre into getting rough
  My eyes are red, Ive been burning, Ive been burning
  My eyes are red, Ive been burning, Ive been burning
  My eyes are red Ive been burning, Ive been burning on a spliff off your high grade
  My eyes are red Ive been burning, Ive been burning, burning, burning
  Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit
  A big fat bag of high grade weed, you know I got to have it
  Cos if I dont have it in my pocket Im going to panic
  Cos like I said where I come from weed smoking is a habit
  Yup, well 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 weed 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 Imma-nna turn into a thug
  Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged
  Where I come from burning weed 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 weed all the time!
  Now my eyes are red
  Now my eyes are red
  Cause you need me, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  You need me man, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  And you need me, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  You need me man, I dont need you
  You need me man, I dont need you
  Okay so this is the breakdown bit where we get a little bit funky. Ugh, and I forget about the whole week, you forget about the whole week, the whole weekend. Just forget about everything! Cause its Sunday and were all gonna get drunk after this and have a very, very good time and Im not stressed anymore. Were just letting it unwind. I wanna split the room in the middle here. Whos up for that? Not, not, not literally. You dont have to literally divide. Its all good, all good. Peace and love, peace and love and harmony. What was I 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 everyones voices work. This side, Im not gonna insult you but you are West Ham, okay? Youre West Ham, yeah? Youre West Ham Football Club. Get in the geezer mode, yeah? This side, youre 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. Are you all up for that? Millwall, are you ready? West Ham, are you ready? Okay, West Ham, you sing this...
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  Millwall, you sing this:
  My eyes are red!
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, my eyes are red!
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, 
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  Millwall are winning I think
  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 bloodshot whites and irises they never find any
  Clock stops at times where the sun shine can blind many
  Although my eyes are heavy, they wont be closing soon
  Cause I heard that time waits for nobody, I suppose its true
  We make corrosive tunes with acid tabs and vocal booths
  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 recognise real is what my father says
  And Ill be sticking to this phrase until I pass away
  Overworking, no sleep is just another way to die slow
  But Ill just keep going strong and never let my eyes close
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  You need me, man, I dont need you
  I got my friend, very good friend Random Impulse. Hes gonna come up and hes gonna spit a few bars on the beat. Everyone give it up for Random Impulse!
  Yo!
  In this game, I am my own damn man, no restriction, post or boundaries
  Spouting heat, hungry and my circle always round to eat
  Crossing circles, counting thousands at a thousand feet
  Counting sheep and hes sound asleep
  Summoned from the deep, now I float, to sink my boat, youll need a thousand fleets
  Walk on any beat and stomp it like a thousand feet
  Talk is cheap, so I could treat you to my words for free
  Now that Im out, man, I aint playing like I hurt my knee
  Its common courtesy, I left you for a minute
  Now Im back and packing punches like Im Popeye popping spinach
  Eating every course... lunch, I aint forgotten dinners
  Play guitars as well as bars so you aint rocking with beginners
  Sorry, times ticking, I cant mess with up-and-comers
  National lottery business, only winners have my numbers
  Man Im nothing like you fronters, show you how it is
  I cant really do nothing for you less you got something to give, Ed!
  Cause you need me, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  You need me man, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  And you need me, I dont need you
  You need me man, my eyes are red
  You need me man, I dont need you
  You need me
  Ill keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
  Gonna be breaking into other peoples tunes when I chase it
  And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
  Into another rappers shoes using new laces
  Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
  Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors
  Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back
  Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
  I hit back when the pen hurts me
  Im still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
  Im still the same as a year ago
  But more people hear me though
  According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
  Im always doing shows if Im not Im in the studio
  Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
  Melody music maker
  Reading all the papers
  They say Im up and coming like Im fucking in an elevator
  Later!
  Thank you... thank you so much! See you soon!Embed