Rizzle Kicks - Everyone's Dead lyrics

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 k** 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 k** them in the Whatsapp group like Everyone's Dead madting what you up too? Come through telling you to bump my sh** 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