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Whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo 1, 2, 3, 4 Whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo Whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo And now I'm in town, break it down, thinkin' of makin' a new sound Playin' 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 (whoo, ooh) I say the words that make you blush (whoo, ooh) I'm gonna sing this now (whoo, ooh) (Whoo) See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is (whoo) I'm like glue I stick to other artists (whoo) I'm not you, now that would be disastrous (whoo) Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures (whoo) See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me (whoo) I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy (whoo) I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you at all (whoo) 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 (whoo) Call yourself a singer-writer, you're just bluffin' (whoo) Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothin' (whoo) 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 smokin' on a crack pipe And I won't be a product of my genre (whoo) My mind will always be stronger than my songs are (whoo) Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya (whoo) Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia (whoo) Musically, I'm demonstratin' (whoo) When I perform live, feels like I am meditatin' (whoo) Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me Young singer writer like a Gabriella Cilmi You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you at all (whoo) You need me 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 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, 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 singin' that When I first started this rappin' 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 kickin' 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? Just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy with my head in the sky... Ready to die Ed Sheeran, Alone Star Comin' out here freestylin' with the guitar 'Cause I've 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 I've got the X if you're into takin' drugs Into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love Come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rough Find me in the club (whoo) Mummy I've got the X if you're into takin' drugs (whoo) And I havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love (whoo) Come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rough (whoo) (Ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) (Ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) 'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you (ah-ha-ha-hah, whoo) You need me, man My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin' My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin' My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin' on a spliff off your high grade My eyes are red, I been burnin', I been burnin', burn Now where I come from burnin' weed, it is a habit A big fat bag of high grade weed, you know I got to have it 'Cause if I don't have it in my pocket, I'm gonna panic 'Cause like I said, "Where I come from weed smokin' is a habit" Yup, we'll do da burn up the place up in the hood One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should Thing is smoking weed, yes, it makes me feel good But a 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'ma turn into a thug Where I come from that they talkin' could that only get you mugged Where I come from burnin' weed, it is a blessin' from above Where I come from, yes, we burn it when we listen rub a dove Where I come from, yes, we burn after we dash to make a love Where I come from, yes, we burn it when the sun starts shine I blaze high-grade weed all the time! Now 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 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 it's Sunday and we're all gonna get drunk after this And have a very, very good time, and I'm not stressed anymore We're just letting it unwind I wanna split the room in, in the middle here Who's up for that? Not, not, not literally Ya don't have to literally divide It's 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 everyone's voices work This side, I'm not gonna insult you but you are West Ham, okay? You're West Ham, yeah? You're West Ham Football Club Get in the geezer mode, yeah? This side, you're 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 somethin' to sing, you have to sing louder than them For give you somethin' to sing, you have to sing louder than them Are you all up for that? (yeah!) Millwall, are you ready? (yeah!) West Ham, are you ready? (yeah!) Okay, West Ham, you sing this 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 this 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 Millwall are winning, I think My eyes are red! You need me, man, I don't need you You need me, man, I don't need you (my eyes are red!) You need me, man, I... 1, 2 I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be Awakin' the shade and shadowed under towering trees Admirin' the scene, inhalin' fumes of flowers that breathe Jet lagged eyes are beggin' for an hour to sleep Although my bloodshot 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 closin' soon 'Cause I heard that time waits for nobody, I suppose it's true We make corrosive tunes with acid tabs and vocal booths To see the flashin' 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 I'll be stickin' to this phrase until I pass away Overworkin', no sleep is just another way to die slow But I'll just keep goin' strong and never let my eyes close You need me, I don't need you You need me, man, I don't need you You need me, man I got my friend, very good friend, Random Impulse He's gonna come up and he's 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 Spoutin' heat, hungry and my circle always round to eat Crossin' circles, countin' thousands at a thousand feet Countin' sheep and he's sound asleep Summoned from the deep, now I float, to sink my boat, you'll need 1000 fleets Walk on any beat and stomp it like 1000 feet Talk is cheap, so I could treat you to my words for free Now that I'm out, man, I ain't playin' like I hurt my knee It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute Now I'm back and packin' punches like I'm Popeye poppin' spinach Eatin' every course... lunch, I ain't forgotten dinners Play guitars as well as bars so you ain't rockin' with beginners Sorry, time's tickin', I can't mess with up-and-comers National lottery business, only winners have my numbers Man, I'm nothin' like you fronters, show you how it is I can't really do nothin' for you -less you got somethin' to give, Ed! 'Cause 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 And 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 I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic Gonna be breakin' into other peoples tunes when I chase it And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift Step into another rappers shoes usin' new laces Sellin' CD's from my rucksack aimin' for the papers Sellin' CD's from my rucksack aimin' 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 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 accordin' to the MySpace and YouTube videos Always doin' shows if I'm not I'm in the studio Truly broke, never growin' up call me Ruffio Melody music maker, readin' all the papers They say I'm up and comin' like I'm fuckin' in an elevator Later! Thank you Thank you so much! See you soon!
