Introduction: Em
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But now I'm in town, break it down
Thinking of making a new sound
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Playing a different show every night
In front of a new crowd
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That's you now, hello, ciao
Seems that life is great now
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See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
Em
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I can't, no, I won't hush
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I'll say the words that make you blush
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I'm gonna sing this now, ow ow
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See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
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I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
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I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
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Let me sing and do my thing
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And move to greener pastures
Em
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
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I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
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I won't stay put
Give me the chance to be free
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Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
Em
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Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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You need me
Em
I sing and write my own tune
and I write my own verse
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Hell, don't need another wordsmith
to make the tune sell?
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Call yourself a singer-writer
You're just bluffing
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Your name's on the credits
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And you didn't write nothing
Em
I sing fast
I know that all my shit's cool
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I will blast
And I didn't go to Brit School
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I came fast with the way I act, right
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I can't last, if I'm smoking on a crack pipe
Em
I won't be a product of my genre
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My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
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Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
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Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia
Em
And musically I'm demonstrating
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When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
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Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me
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A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi
Em
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Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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You need me
Em
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
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Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music
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Who did it, who is it, who's in it or what the hell does it matter?
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Em
Chitter chatter, don't matter what a yidder, yidder, yadder, it don't matter to me
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All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
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To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?
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Hey, so I keep singing that
Em
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters
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Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar
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And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark
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And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody
Em
Hennesey shots and Glocks, all these fools on the block
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Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?
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I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
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With my head in the sky, Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die
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So see the signs, stand to the side
Open your eyes and take a look and realize
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Em
I arise from my tomb in disguise, all alone, Alonestar
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Urban Angel rising from the ashes
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Surprising all haters, guiding, now moving steady
Em
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
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Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs
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Into having sex, I ain't into making love
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Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
Em
You can find me in the club club, bottle full of bubbly
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Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs
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Into having sex, I ain't into making love
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Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
Em
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Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
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You need me, man, I don't need you
A
You need me, man, I don't need you
C
You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
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My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
Em
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My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
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My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a spliff off your high grade
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My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning, burning, burning
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Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit
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A big fat bag of high grade weed, you know I got to have it
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Cause if I don't have it in my pocket I'm going to panic
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Cause like I said where I come from weed smoking is a habit
Em
Yup, we'll do da bun in the place up in the hood
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One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should
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One of them things is smoking weed it yes it makes me feel good
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Burning high grade sensimilla, yes it makes me feel
Em
But me is a man, ah, talk about sensimilla is a drug
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And if I start to smoke it I'mma-nna turn into a thug
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Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged
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Where I come from burning weed it is a blessing from above
Em
Where I come from yes we bun it when we listen rub a dub
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Where I come from yes we bun after we just-a make a love
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Where I come from yes we bun it when the sun starts shine
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I blaze high grade weed all the time!
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Em
Now my eyes are red
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Cause you need me, I don't need you
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You need me man, my eyes are red
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You need me man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me man, my eyes are red
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And you need me, I don't need you
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You need me man, my eyes are red
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You need me man, I don't need you at all
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You need me man, I don't need you
(Em
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Woooah
Woooah
Em
Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
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I won't stop till my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
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On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
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Because I'm young and all my brother's gonna give me advice
Em
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
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Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
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The game's over but now I'm on a new level
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Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
Em
People think that I'm bound to blow up
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I've done around about a thousand shows
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But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
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So you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out, Wow
Em
From day one, I've been prepared
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With V05 wax for my ginger hair
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So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
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'Cause it's another day
Em
Rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows
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I'm back with the old jokes, in fact you don't know
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On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant
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If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibate
Em
My flows developing, skin lacks the melanin
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Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
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Do it for the hell of it
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Cause ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
Em
I took what held me back with the women, then I packaged the image
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Put in some content, then I sold it back as a gimmick
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The fact is this, I'll end up dating actresses
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Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I'll need to practice this
Em
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative
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World's on my shoulders, I don't even know what Atlas is
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Hard bars sharp like a cactus is
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I'm back to rapping, back to back cause I've been practicing
I'm back to sing this
Em
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Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you at all
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Em
You need me, man, I don't need you
Em
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
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Gonna be breaking into other peoples tunes when I chase it
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And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
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Into another rappers shoes using new laces
Em
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
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Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors
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Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back
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Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
Em
I hit back when the pen hurts me
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I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
&nbs