Alba s touto skladbou:
ITunes Festival: London 2012 Performance,
Thank You,
ITunes Festival: London 2011 Performance,
+ (Deluxe Version),
Covers,
Now I’m in town, break it down
Thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night
In front of youtube
That’s you now, hello, 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
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
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
Does he write his own tune?
Does he write his own verse? hell
Or need another wordsmith
to make the 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
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 Gabriella Cilmi’
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
‘Cos with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right, I won’t stop till my name is in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I’m on Arabian nights
Because I’m young I know my brother’s gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I’m going hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yeah, the game’s over but now I’m on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
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
