Street Musician- HS

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-'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 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

‘Cos 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, man, I don’t need you

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, I write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell

Don’t need another wordsmith to make the tune sell

Call yourself a singer-writer, you’re just bluffing

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 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