You Need Me, I Don't Need You - Live at the Bedford

Whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo-ooh, ooh, whoo

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Whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo

Whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo-ooh, whoo

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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...

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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!