[Tonedeff] When did everyone become a motherfucking 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/ A 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.
[Chorus] 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 shit 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 with Common?) 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 fucking 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 day running 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…
[Chorus] 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 A 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 A 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!