Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyone's Dead, artist - Rizzle Kicks. Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyone's Dead |
| Everyone’s posing |
| Everyone’s nosing |
| Everyone’s got someone by the scrotum |
| Everyone’s choosing |
| Nobody’s chosen |
| Everyone’s dead |
| Yeah, don’t come at me with that dead arse vibe |
| You little sheep |
| I count you in my bed at night |
| You want beef? |
| Well the steaks are high |
| Call me sega |
| I got mega drive |
| Used to be a dead beat |
| Now I kill a mic till the beats dead |
| Yes please |
| If you want to vibe all my peeps say yeah |
| Under your skin like an ingrown hair |
| See I’m straight to the point |
| All about honesty |
| You wanna be, be gone |
| You little wanna be |
| Yeah I’m really not bothered if we’re nominees |
| See I’m more concerned about Mon Amie |
| That’s my friends yeah in French |
| Did it in school did you think I was dense |
| Use to be Pensive till I made pence |
| Used all my senses till it made sense |
| Real chairman never sat on the bench |
| I’m way to offensive to sit on the fence |
| You’re too narrow minded to live on the edge |
| So I’m sorry to remind you we can’t be friends |
| Everyone’s posing |
| Everyone’s nosing |
| Everyone’s got someone by the scrotum |
| Everyone’s choosing |
| Nobody’s chosen |
| Everyone’s dead |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s Dead (oh no) |
| I’ve been around the world |
| And I’ve seen a lot of things |
| But I never thought that I’d see this |
| I’ve seen brain dead adults |
| That act like children cause they’re not getting their fix |
| Of unreality, reality they haven’t got a Danny about what the F is happening |
| So engrossed a world full of manikins |
| Fake arse people |
| And fake arse challenges |
| Dazed and confusedLazy and bemused Think for yourself once |
| You may be amused |
| Don’t get lost by the raving reviews |
| And just follow suits like you’re chasing the schmooze |
| Cause sooner or later you’ll get found out |
| For not knowing more the pounds |
| They’re so trapped by the bright lights and shout outs |
| Bruv you’ll never know when you’re going down |
| You’re going down |
| (Call the paramedic) |
| Everyone’s posing |
| Everyone’s nosing |
| Everyone’s got someone by the scrotum |
| Everyone’s choosing |
| Nobody’s chosen |
| Everyone’s dead |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s dead (oh no) |
| Everyone’s Dead (oh no) |
| Yo it’s J to the Steezy |
| Mr Sylvester |
| Roll up to your yard in ford fiesta |
| Swag level on a million |
| Raybans dark enough to have the daily mail call them immigrants |
| I like a lot of people but I trust few |
| Text people I hate saying I love you |
| Then kill them in the Whatsapp group like |
| Everyone’s Dead madting what you up too? |
| Come through telling you to bump my shit |
| Cause I’m ill enough to make you need to duck my sick |
| Left the room for a bit but now we come back in |
| And everybody’s doing one dam thing |
| And it’s boring |
| Morning! |
| Yeah we’ve been Top Of The Pops |
| So we’re happy when bop to the shops |
| We’ll keep running our gobs |
| Until the Queen takes LSD |
| Pigs Fly |
| Or Tinie Tempah wears socks, GONE |