John Reuben - Everett lyrics

Oh man, I don't wanna brag But my red pen writes real good raps 'Bout to tear it up like arts and crafts Speak for yourself if no one else will Brilliance won't announce his brilliance False humility didn't know he was pretentious Choose your words wisely, can I kick it? Break bread and fellowship with cultural critics I wrote a song for the summer Saved it for the winter Crayon glitter Color in the big picture So simple man, not a simpleton We get by bare minimum All I want is a little bit of land House and a farm and a number-one jam To take over your stereo, imaginations captivated Party people motivated, don't make it so complicated Pens and needles, forty eight bars to fill Sharpened pencils scribbling, yes, y'all Writers blocked in my head against the wall Nothing good to say, say nothing at all I wrote a song for the summer Saved it for the winter Crayon glitter Color in the big picture My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke And so it goes Dig deep, hide behind the mystique Angst finds knowledge, knowledge finds a scene Irrelevant religion pleads legitimacy We chose not to take ourselves seriously Cluttered virtue fashion for simple truth Ideas first or the people they serve Keep quiet while you learn, raise your voice if you're sure With enough authority to put it in a verse I wrote a song for the summer Saved it for the winter Crayon glitter Color in the big picture My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke And so it goes My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke My friend Everett, he told me Don't trust a man that cannot be At the bottom of a joke