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’ll do it all it’s all be, 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.