Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody, artist - Backstreet Boys. Date of issue: 04.07.1999
Song language: English
Everybody |
| Everybody try, everybody cry |
| Everybody fly, everybody says hello hello goodbye |
| Everybody getting high |
| Everybody asking why |
| Everybody dies |
| Mat’n Island |
| It seems to me that Everybody wants to be the same (same) |
| Make belief is easy |
| But realities a pain |
| We create the chain |
| Fashion shows |
| And label claims |
| The brand demands |
| A high production |
| Forcing |
| Money up the vein |
| It’s all a game |
| All a game |
| Numb the lames |
| With novocaine |
| I’m sniping ponies |
| With the truth |
| And luck to me |
| My perfect aim |
| It never misses |
| Quick precision |
| Damn |
| We have been on a mission |
| Change it up |
| And flip the rhythm |
| Major medical |
| Commission |
| Soul my homie |
| Make a living |
| But everybody dies |
| Everybody smokes a little |
| Everybody cries |
| So why fit in society |
| That blinds a public eye |
| When u can be yourself |
| Detecting knowledge |
| Seeing their demise |
| Is imminent |
| Is evya mat’n island |
| We been heaven sent |
| They know me |
| Never relate to anybody |
| That’s irrelevant |
| Impression gents and women |
| That would gather smoking cannabis |
| I hope to god they waking up |
| Instead of dreaming |
| Up a ditch |
| And falling in |
| Everybody tries, everybody cry |
| Everybody fly, everybody says hello hello goodbye |
| Everybody getting high |
| Everybody asking why |
| Everybody Dies |
| God damn no fair |
| Why they playing with me |
| I’m not the same all u fuckers |
| Stop staring at me |
| Conformity |
| Is what they made of me |
| I’m dumping on they scene |
| They coming clean |
| They don’t compare to me |
| No matter |
| Cut the beam |
| Knock it down |
| Knock it off |
| Shit u all offending me |
| I ain’t the type make a threat |
| But everybody check-in me |
| I’m sick of the common |
| Miscorrection |
| Mat’n island |
| Scared to bleed |
| Not to die |
| Cuz acid molly Weed |
| Showed me serenity |
| (I hope you hear me, god) |
| For you, I’m writing this song |
| And recently my only problems are the drugs I been on |
| Which means I’m pretty well off |
| I don’t got Louis Vuitton |
| But rocket man apparel |
| Shelter me from changing my form |
| That’s why my shits unique but everybody |
| Stick to the norm |
| Everybodys on my dick |
| I’m rocking lemons and charms |
| We hot the rest of you warm |
| Been on your radio box |
| It’s all a game to these fuckers so imma ready the slots |
| Island! |