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Everybody knows.. but me

[Tonedeff]
When did everyone [bad word] a [bad word] expert?
Source of all knowledge – center of the network/
Absolutely phony – they pose and dispense their guesswork
Ask ‘em if they know when they don’t…they give you the “Yes!” first/
And every day it gets worse/
The next person to give me a lecture telling me why my head hurts gets dentures/
Looks like ‘Little Ms. Know-it-all’ gave up the booty to ‘Mr Told-you-so’
To save her cherry, but he was mistaken on which hole to poke and had you/
bit of a snafu/
Considering critical people like you are the first to predict the bad news,
The sins and taboo’s/
The type of morons that all deny when they’re wrong
And would get nothing out of this verse if they bought the rights to this song
But that’s ‘aight/
I don’t oppose advice or close my mind for
Guided notes to the blind, I’ve opened my eyes to quotes from a wise source/
But I’m supposed to rely on stoners riding on their high horse?
I don’t think so! And nor does my court – go order yours – you bore me.
 [bad word] 
Everybody knows, but me…I tried to tell you but
Everybody knows, but me…You son wish I could help you but
Everybody knows, but me…I suppose that I’m hopeless cause
Everybody knows, but me…But who knows, who knows

[Verse 2 – Tonedeff]
New Jacks say I’m paid but my apartment’s getting teenier
Brag that they hate fame, and then divulge it to the media
These cats aim mainly just to salt the [bad word] they’re feedin ya’
Their facts change daily, son, they’re walking Wikipedias
And I’m often disobedient and plot to rebel
And wont follow the good advice that I’ve always offered myself
Its constantly shelved
Yet everyone still wants to share the philosophies, well
If I humored them all – there’s no way I could possibly fail, right?
(Man, you should be famous!) No doubt, I appreciate it
(Yo, keep it underground for life!) Nah, of course, I love to be paid less
These lames peck at you sorta like piranhas
So I roll with the punches in my recordings like Rihanna
(Why don’t you tour [bad word] ) Awesome! More I’ve never thought of
(You should ghostwrite for Ke$ha) Son, I’d rather be drawn and quartered by Chihuahuas
(Yo, dumb it down like Jay!) I’m too smart to lower my prowess
(Just get a track from Dr. Dre) Alright, well hold up while I call him…
(Dial-tone) You got his number? I don’t.
If the answers ‘No’, then jam the phone right in your [bad word] pie-hole till it kills the dial tone
Cause I know you mean well and the crime isn’t that – But money you making up answers to questions I didn’t ask
And then to disguise it as fact? Psssh! C’mon son!
That’s lower than my balls hung on a hot summer [bad word] though Tulsa
But if you crave insight, like how to be great on the mic
Then you’d be an idiot not to take my advice, right?
But apparently…
 [bad word] 
Everybody knows, but me…I tried to tell you but
Everybody knows, but me…You son wish I could help you but
Everybody knows, but me…I suppose that I’m hopeless cause
Everybody knows, but me…But who knows, who knows

[Bridge – Tonedeff]
It seems the world’s got a secret that they wanna tell ya
fool proof cure all that they wanna sell ya
Believe it or not its all an act of control
When people act like they know when they actually don’t
I said, the world’s got a secret that they wanna tell ya
fool proof cure all that they wanna sell ya
Believe it or not its all an act of control
So people act like they know when they actually don’t
Ya, ya know – uh!
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