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
  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
  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, 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 at all
  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
  Dont need another wordsmith to make my tunes sell
  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 shits cool
  I will blast and I didnt 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
  A young singer writer like a 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 at all
  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, man
  And 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
  Hennessey shots and... all these fools on the block
  Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise the top?
  Just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
  With my head in the sky, Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die
  So see the signs, stand to the side
  Open your eyes and take a look and realise
  The resurrections arrived and as the mist clears
  I arise from my tomb in disguise, all alone, A lone star
  Urban Angel rising from the ashes, surprising all haters
  Guiding, now moving steady when we say
  Ayy, ayy, we bring the stars out
  We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
  Lets have a toast of celebration, get a glass out
  And we can do this until we pass out, pass out
  Yeah, we bring the stars out
  We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
  Lets have a toast of celebration, get a glass out
  And we can do this until we pass out
  Cause 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, 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
  Cause if I dont have it in my pocket Im going to panic
  Cause 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 Ima-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
  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
  Cause with the lyrics Ill be aiming it right
  I wont stop until my names in lights
  At stadium heights, with Damian Rice
  On red carpets, now Im on Arabian Nights
  Because Im young, I know my brothers gonna give me advice
  Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
  Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah
  The games over but now Im on a new level
  Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
  People think that Im bound to blow up
  Ive done around about a thousand shows but
  I havent got a house plus I live on a couch
  So you believe the lyrics when Im singing them out
  Wow, from day one Ive been prepared
  With V05 wax for my ginger hair
  Now Im back to the sofa giving a dose of
  What the future holds cause its another day
  Plus
  Ill keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
  And Ill be breaking into other peoples tunes when I chase it
  And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
  Slipping into another rapper shoes using new laces
  Im 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 moustache
  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 Rufio
  Melody music maker, reading all the papers
  They say Im up and coming like Im fucking in an elevatorEmbed