Listen up now,
Listen to me.

Don't need no bars, no fancy women,
Don't need a social disease,
Don't want no speed, don't need no coke - ain't got nothing for me.

I got the reason to sing the rhyme, and what you give is for free,
You take me higher, give me the desire, and it's plain to see.

You're all I need, and that's a guarantee,
You're all I need, and that's the way it should be.

No gold records; don't need no hits,
Don't want your pat on my back,
Don't want the money, no crooked contracts, 'cause what they got I don't lack.

I know the reason, I got the rhyme, I got it burning inside,
You take me higher, give me your fire,
I won't be taken for a r-r-r-r-ride.

You're all I need, and that's a guarantee,
You're all I need, and that's the way it should be.

Guitar.

When things get dark and I'm down, my back's against the wall,
Pressure cooker, blood and sweat, and I've given it my all.

I get the reason, I get the rhyme, 'cause what you give is for free,
You lift me higher, give me desire to get a hold of your peace.

You're all I need, and that's a guarantee,
You're all I need, that's all.