Home Brew feat. Lucky Lance and Lui Tuiasau Lyrics
"Everybody"

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 rate's 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 E
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

[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 alcs
Just like (just like)
Everybody else

[Verse 2: Lui Tuiasua]
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
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 to 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 eights
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
Cause I

[Hook]

[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 be ourselves
Simple as it seems cheesy as it sounds
It's the ticket I'm sorry but not everybody can kick it y'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 our little planets run
Where we

[Hook]

Say fuck (fuck) everybody else