Home Brew Crew - Everybody lyrics

(laughing) Clap your hands everybody Clap your hands everybody Clap your hands everybody Just like everybody else [Verse 1: Tom Scott] See in my country the suicide rates as high as a junkie And it's funny cause we're the ones who invented the bungie Now we think that we're so hard we even jump without the rope Or tie around our throat like a True kiwi bloke It ain't a joke We living in this macho, can't show, nobody our heart's broke world where there are no Humans only machines up in their bars talking their barcodes Hard bro (hard bro) But we know that we aren't though We mumble a bunch of bullsh** Sports scores and weather talk and if we say that it's cold that's a metaphor Because as men we're never taught to express ourselves Or better yet accept ourselves So we stressing out trying to be anybody except ourselves Mess around trying to hide what we're depressed about Got to take an x amount of ecstasy to let it out We're dead men trying to pretend that we all hard as bedrock While we watch two half naked dudes stuck in a leg lock As ten dogs compete for one b**h on heat Like a co*k-fight to prove who's got the biggest beak sh** is bleak no humanity Only who's the manity Is this reality or a parody Apparently I [Hook] Need some money Or That's what I'm told So I'm Selling my soul While I'm Telling my olds I'm going to be somebody But I Probably won't And all I really know For sure Is that I don't So I Follow everyone around town like a mouse Trying to be like everybody else but myself Crashed out on the couch Assed out on the aclhs Just like (just like) Everybody else [Verse 2: Lui Tuiasau] Freedom is a state of mind, pretending you are In this world is a waste of time You can rely on yourself to achieve your ends But it depends get a defeat and it repeats again Don't be no easy pay prouse on what those people say f** a silent society Far from what my parents and grandparents were tryna bring Cause I ain't ever got along with people with the finer things All I'm trying to do is be so money's no priority I see no benefit spending my life trying get paid Saying the same while everyday people dying from hate Fighting to stay alive from time living life in a cage Yet I'm saving up my cash to get the new pair of eight's It doesn't Make sense but dollars it does And so I gotta get a little just to stay up off the rebel sh** It's dark and I know that there's not a thing that I could do So I grab my blue zig zags and stay up in the stu Cause I [Hook] [Interlude] [Verse 3: Lucky Lance] Without selling my soul I show signs of it without severing arteries I put my body on the line to save hip hop from heart disease While others would rather run her into the ground We're quite the opposite to anything they keep around And that's the only way we know best for us to peak ourselves Simple as it seems cheesy as it sounds It's the ticket I'm sorry but not everybody can kick it you all Willing to risk it all on an impersonation Good luck cause you going to need it evading the vulture's claw I'm appalled by the resemblance of artists But what bugs me the most is all the disregard for common Sense don't make dumb sh** cool Tell the children the truth and set some principals before you set trends And set your sights on being comfortable in your own skin And if you aren't already See I'm armoured heavily With the faith it takes to withstand a trip in longevity Unfortunately others have money instead of heart And we'd give a leg to have everybody not at this mark Which is sad for the soul and even sickening for some But still somehow contributes to the way this little planets run Where we [Hook] Need some money Or That's what I'm told So I'm Selling my soul While I'm Telling my olds I'm gunna be somebody But I Probably won't And all I really know For sure Is that I don't So I Follow everyone around town like a mouse Trying to be like everybody else but myself Crashed out on the couch Assed out on the aclhs I say f** (f**) everybody else