Now I'm 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
And 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
I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
I'm 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
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?
Call yourself a singer-writer - you're just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
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 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 shit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on 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 Gabriella Cilmi'
You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
The game's over but now I'm on a new level
I've done around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out
From day one, I've been prepared
With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
Cause it's another day
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new laces
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's 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
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a year ago
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm ****ing in an elevator
Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:13.01]Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
[00:15.20]Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
[00:17.28]That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
[00:19.71]See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
[00:22.64]And I can't, no, I won't hush
[00:24.89]I'll say the words that make you blush
[00:27.33]I'm gonna sing this now
[00:31.96]See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
[00:33.95]I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
[00:36.22]I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
[00:38.48]Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
[00:40.56]See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
[00:42.99]I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
[00:45.44]I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free
[00:47.76]Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
[00:50.65]'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
[00:52.77]You need me, man, I don't need you
[00:54.95]You need me, man, I don't need you at all
[00:57.39]You need me
[01:08.45]I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
[01:10.95]Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?
[01:13.07]Call yourself a singer-writer - you're just bluffing
[01:15.32]Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
[01:17.50]I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool
[01:20.12]I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
[01:22.45]I came fast with the way I act, right
[01:24.44]I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe
[01:27.25]And I won't be a product of my genre
[01:29.37]My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
[01:31.87]Never believe the shit that fake guys feed to ya
[01:34.00]Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
[01:36.43]And musically I'm demonstrating
[01:38.64]When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
[01:40.95]Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
[01:43.29]'A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'
[01:45.79]You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
[01:48.00]
[02:03.73]Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
[02:06.86]At stadium heights with Damien Rice
[02:08.05]On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
[02:10.75]Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
[02:13.13]Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper
[02:15.64]Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
[02:16.95]The game's over but now I'm on a new level
[02:24.92]I've done around about a thousand shows
[02:27.08]But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
[02:29.58]So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out
[02:31.77]From day one, I've been prepared
[02:33.47]With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
[02:36.34]So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
[02:40.75]Cause it's another day
[02:42.01]Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
[02:46.24]And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
[02:50.07]Into another rappers shoes using new laces
[02:51.95]Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
[02:53.83]Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
[02:55.48]Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
[02:57.87]Clean-cut kid without a razor for the mustache
[02:59.49]I hit back when the pen hurts me
[03:01.42]I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
[03:04.12]I'm still the same as a year ago
[03:08.12]I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
[03:10.74]Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
[03:13.55]Melody music maker
[03:14.23]Reading all the papers
[03:15.73]They say I'm up and coming like I'm ****ing in an elevator
[03:17.79]Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
Now I'm 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
And 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
I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
I'm 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
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?
Call yourself a singer-writer - you're just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
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 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 shit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on 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 Gabriella Cilmi'
You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
The game's over but now I'm on a new level
I've done around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out
From day one, I've been prepared
With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
Cause it's another day
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new laces
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's 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
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a year ago
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm ****ing in an elevator
Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:13.01]Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
[00:15.20]Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
[00:17.28]That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
[00:19.71]See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
[00:22.64]And I can't, no, I won't hush
[00:24.89]I'll say the words that make you blush
[00:27.33]I'm gonna sing this now
[00:31.96]See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
[00:33.95]I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
[00:36.22]I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
[00:38.48]Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
[00:40.56]See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
[00:42.99]I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
[00:45.44]I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free
[00:47.76]Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
[00:50.65]'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
[00:52.77]You need me, man, I don't need you
[00:54.95]You need me, man, I don't need you at all
[00:57.39]You need me
[01:08.45]I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
[01:10.95]Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?
[01:13.07]Call yourself a singer-writer - you're just bluffing
[01:15.32]Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
[01:17.50]I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool
[01:20.12]I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
[01:22.45]I came fast with the way I act, right
[01:24.44]I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe
[01:27.25]And I won't be a product of my genre
[01:29.37]My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
[01:31.87]Never believe the shit that fake guys feed to ya
[01:34.00]Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
[01:36.43]And musically I'm demonstrating
[01:38.64]When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
[01:40.95]Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
[01:43.29]'A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'
[01:45.79]You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
[01:48.00]
[02:03.73]Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
[02:06.86]At stadium heights with Damien Rice
[02:08.05]On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
[02:10.75]Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
[02:13.13]Long nighter, short height and I'm going hyper
[02:15.64]Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
[02:16.95]The game's over but now I'm on a new level
[02:24.92]I've done around about a thousand shows
[02:27.08]But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
[02:29.58]So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out
[02:31.77]From day one, I've been prepared
[02:33.47]With VO5 wax for my ginger hair
[02:36.34]So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
[02:40.75]Cause it's another day
[02:42.01]Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
[02:46.24]And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
[02:50.07]Into another rappers shoes using new laces
[02:51.95]Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
[02:53.83]Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
[02:55.48]Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
[02:57.87]Clean-cut kid without a razor for the mustache
[02:59.49]I hit back when the pen hurts me
[03:01.42]I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
[03:04.12]I'm still the same as a year ago
[03:08.12]I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
[03:10.74]Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
[03:13.55]Melody music maker
[03:14.23]Reading all the papers
[03:15.73]They say I'm up and coming like I'm ****ing in an elevator
[03:17.79]Cause you need me, man, I don't need you