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Tribute to Emeli Sandé (Jan Lankwitz) · Next to Me (Emeli Sandé Tribute) (Next To Me) · Read All About It (Newsboys) · Read My Lips (Thousand Points of Night) · Read the Hits/Best of the 80's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Read My Lips (Melba Moore) · Read Yellow [EP] (Read Yellow) · Read My Lips (Jimmy Somerville) · Tarzan [Read & Sing-Along] (Disney) · Read My Lips (Felicia Adams) – and 90 other albums »

Everybody say
Extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it

One, two, one, two, three, four
every someone that never thinks about it

And there's never a dull day
When you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines we're all
your side

One two three
The count of your lies
I can see right through your eyes
Read my lips
I cannot fix
All the broken things inside my mind
Well I read it in the papers and I see it on the television
Everybody's worried about world war three
Here I am a single boy, unemployed
your sex life
Cheated, cheated
Read about the victims, crying all night
Cheated, cheated
It's a joke, but it's not funny
Cheated, cheated
about Demi Moore.
And it took me by surprise I must say
When I found out the Pope was gay.

I read it in the tabloids.
Elvis Presley's doing just fine.
on the bonus one
Give me more for all me friends
This banana flow never end

Do you want a banana?
Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm
Do you want a banana?
read it
'Cause it's all about you.
Can you believe
I'm down on my knees.
Tell me what can I do.

I looked at love on Channel 3
I just don't know
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't freestyle]
Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light 
I can feel you read my mind 
I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays 
Like music
Like a dream 
Like Elvis and the Beatles 

A three minute song is all he wrote 
He only did it for a joke 
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo
Pulled into town about a quarter to three
Singing songs from Spain at the top of my lungs
She said, "Hey, baby", when she saw it was me
I was looking
the street
I read about a plastic surgeon and his art collection.

We are played for suckers all the time
Phony rock and roll
It's a crime
I don't want
Should have read the signals
Should have thought about it twice

For eleven days running
She was cozy in the night
And when she laid it on me
You know, I
about what I should do
I made a sharp left turn 
And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock
Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12:00
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
it genocide?
'Cause I can still hear his mama cry
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized
The old pastor
job It's not too hard
3- |6-
But when I go home
|2-7 |2-7b5/b6 |
And I'm all alone (and I'm by myself babe you heard me)
1 |5/7 |
You know you're my
the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all
It wasn't the books that I didn't read, it wasn't the teachers
Who tried to teach me
It wasn't that varsity baseball coach,
Kept on telling them
attention to the words he read
When he was done we rattled on
There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn
We pointed things out about this times
The worlds
the VSOP is mandatory 
it's all about hoes and clothes 
the same story 
stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real 
fuck the sentimental
to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway
And you read me see me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
Let's talk about it

Mama never
F***ing stick n****z up, these b**** n****z touch
It's all about violence, real n****z is silenced
And know these n****z whoes guns got low mileage
Where have all the people gone in my life
I'm looking at the ceiling with
An awful feeling of loss and of loneliness
The after late night television