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| | Read All About It - Professor Green feat. Emili Sande
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it, read all about it, ohhhh.
Nothing to hide
Stifle and smother
Suffered and cried
Strife made me tougher
Never mumbled or shy to trouble
I rise above all
Expectations to get rep
Ain’t never begged yet
When I wanted to get pence, hustle,
To be, I’m exactly what my neck says.
That sket said I tried to cash in on my Dad’s death,
I wanted to vent but I never said FUCK all.
After all you were never kin to me,
Family is something that you never been to me,
In fact making it harder for me to see my father was the only thing that you ever did for me.
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it, read all about it, ohhhh.
Dear Dad;
As a kid I looked up to you,
Only thing was I never saw enough of you.
Last thing I said to you was I hated you,
I loved you but now it's too late to say to you.
Just didnt know what to do and how to deal with it,
Even now deep down Im still livid.
To think, I used to blame me,
I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me.
I wasn't even bad, lifes a journey and mine wasnt an easy ride,
You never even got to see me rap,
I just wish you woulda reached out,
I wish you woulda been round when I been down.
I wish that you could see me now,
Wherever you are I really hope you find peace.
But know that if I ever have kids,
Unlike you i'll never let them be without me.
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it, read all about it, ohhhh.
I write songs, I can't listen to
Everything I have, I give to you
In every one of these lines I sing to you.
My job’s more like public service
My life just became yours to read and interpret.
If you heard it it’d come across a lot different at times
I throw fits when I read how they word things.
You see me smile
Now you’re gonna have to see me hurtin’
Coz pretending everything is alright when it ain’t really, isn’t working.
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it, read all about it.
I ain’t censoring myself for nobody
I’m the only thing I can be,
All that is good, all that is bad, all that is, me.
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it, read all about it.ohh. | |
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