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, The trouble, I rise above all Expectations forget 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, ohhhh
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 and 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'm 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 5, life's a journey and mine wasn't 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 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, ohhh
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, ohhh
Compositores: Ian Farquharson (Iain James), Stephen Paul Manderson (Professor Green), Peter Norman Cullen Kelleher, Thomas Andrew Searle Barnes (Tom Barnes), Benjamin Alexander Kohn ECAD: Obra #16834614 Fonograma #5821236