Everyone's Dead Lyrics - Rizzle Kicks

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