| Song | Read All About it |
| Artist | Professor Green |
| Album | Bravo Black Hits Vol. 26 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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, oh. | |
| Nothing to hide | |
| Stifle or smother | |
| Suffered and cried | |
| Strife made me tougher | |
| Never ---------- | |
| The trouble I writes --------- | |
| 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. | |
| Saying I tried to cash in on my Dad’s death, | |
| I wanted to vent ‘stead I said nothing at 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, oh. | |
| 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 didn’t know what to do and how to deal with it, | |
| Even now deep down I still live it. | |
| To think, I used to blame me, | |
| I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me. | |
| I wasn't even 5, life’s a journey and mine wasn’t an | |
| easy ride. | |
| You never even got to see me rhyme, | |
| 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. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. |
| 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, oh. | |
| Nothing to hide | |
| Stifle or smother | |
| Suffered and cried | |
| Strife made me tougher | |
| Never | |
| The trouble I writes | |
| 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. | |
| Saying I tried to cash in on my Dad' s death, | |
| I wanted to vent ' stead I said nothing at 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, oh. | |
| 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 didn' t know what to do and how to deal with it, | |
| Even now deep down I still live it. | |
| To think, I used to blame me, | |
| I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me. | |
| I wasn' t even 5, life' s a journey and mine wasn' t an | |
| easy ride. | |
| You never even got to see me rhyme, | |
| 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. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. |
| 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, oh. | |
| Nothing to hide | |
| Stifle or smother | |
| Suffered and cried | |
| Strife made me tougher | |
| Never | |
| The trouble I writes | |
| 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. | |
| Saying I tried to cash in on my Dad' s death, | |
| I wanted to vent ' stead I said nothing at 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, oh. | |
| 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 didn' t know what to do and how to deal with it, | |
| Even now deep down I still live it. | |
| To think, I used to blame me, | |
| I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me. | |
| I wasn' t even 5, life' s a journey and mine wasn' t an | |
| easy ride. | |
| You never even got to see me rhyme, | |
| 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. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. | |
| 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, oh. |