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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 itâs funny cause weâre the ones who invented the bungie
Now we think that weâre 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, canât show, nobody our heartâs 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 arenât though
We mumble a bunch of bullshit
Sports scores and weather talk and if we say that itâs cold thatâs a metaphor
Because as men weâre 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 weâre depressed about
Got to take an x amount of ecstasy to let it out
Weâre 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 whoâs got the biggest beak
Shit is bleak no humanity
Only whoâs the manity
Is this reality or a parody
Apparently I
Need some money
Thatâs what Iâm told
So Iâm
Selling my soul
While Iâm
Telling my olds
Iâm going to be somebody
Probably wonât
And all
I really know
For sure
Is that I donât
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
Donât 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 Iâm trying to do is be so moneyâs 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 Iâm saving up my cash to get the new pair of eightâs
It doesnât
Make sense but dollars it does
And so I gotta get a little just to stay up off the rebel shit
Itâs dark and I know that thereâs not a thing that I could do
So I grab my blue zig zags and stay up in the stu
Cause I
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
Weâre quite the opposite to anything they keep around
And thatâs the only way we know best for us to peak ourselves
Simple as it seems cheesy as it sounds
Itâs the ticket Iâm 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 vultureâs claw
Iâm appalled by the resemblance of artists
But what bugs me the most is all the disregard for common
Sense donât 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 Iâm armoured heavily
With the faith it takes to withstand a trip in longevity
Unfortunately others have money instead of heart
And weâd 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
Thatâs what Iâm told
So Iâm
Selling my soul
While Iâm
Telling my olds
Iâm gunna be somebody
Probably wonât
And all
I really know
For sure
Is that I donât
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
- Álbum:
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