Lyrics
(God is a DJ)
(everybody's watching)
(everybody's watching)
(everybody's watching)
(God is a DJ)
(everybody's watching)
(but everybody's watching)
But, but, but (woah, woah, woah)
(woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Ah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Everybody, everybody, everybody (woah, woah, woah)
Life is a bitch
And it's hard on a snitch
It's a hike and a hitch, and your pitch needs tune
These comments grey
You dressed like Rey
Your fake ass story like a Mary Sue
Tryna write a message
No clear passage
God damn bitch don't break R2 (Art-too)
Perform after me go USB 2
Go home cry and learn produce
(Woah) Imma talk about that manager too
Runnin round my friends, saying he got some brand new (Fuck that)
Talking like he dick big, got my G's confused (Fuck that)
Talking like he real, but he fake Taobao shoes (Fuck that)
(Woah) There it goes I said it
(Woah) Motherfucker disrespect
(Woah) There other half of NDS
(Woah) Imma put four bullets in your chest
First, one for the dreamers (Everybody's watching)
Second for the culture (Everybody's watching)
Third for the real ones who kept swept under rug by the vultures (Everybody's watching)
Fourth is for me
But you don't talk about me
Cause I hide from controversy
Cause I got irrelevant see?
Everybody, shit (Ah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Ah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me
Ain't nobody talk about me (Woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (woah, woah, woah)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Ain't nobody talk about me (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching (Fuck that)
Fuck that, fuck that
Everybody's watching, the domino has come knocking
Wanna know I stop washing up my soul, I went shopping
Not for clothes, I went plotting
Little bit of this, As a kid I dreamt of Italy
Paintings of the pen, violin and the symphonies
Other kids were thin, drank gin, call that infancy
I was not that same, but my kin thought differently (Fuck that)
Everybody's watching, but everybody's scared when I locked in
Kinda like the streets of renowned Mount Austin
Know shit different, pull up in a black outfit
Know shit different, when my name on the lineup
Know shit different, I'm the only real artist
This generation when art meets harvest
Don't understand? Go study at Harvard
Bitch
Written by: Sylvester Kuan Kai Xuan
