Everybody Home Brew (Ft. Lucky Lance & Lui Tuiasau)
"Everybody" by Home Brew (Ft. Lucky Lance & Lui Tuiasau) is a #HipHop track released in 2013. The song explores themes of unity, self-acceptance, and the struggles of everyday life. Its unique blend of catchy hooks and relatable storytelling resonates with listeners, promoting a sense of community and shared experience. The track reflects New Zealand's vibrant hip-hop culture.
(laughing)
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 rates as 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 heat
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
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 rates as 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 heat
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
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