Everybody

Clap your hands everybody
 Clap your hands everybody
 Clap your hands everybody
 Just like everybody else
 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 bullshit
 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 bitch on heat
 Like a cock-fight to prove who's got the biggest beak
 Shit is bleak no humanity
 Only who's the manity
 Is this reality or a parody
 Apparently I
 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
 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
 Don't be no easy pay prouse on what those people say
 Fuck 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 shit
 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
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 Cause I
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 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 shit 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
 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 fuck (fuck) everybody else