Everybody Thinks It’s Them
This 90s West Coast Hip Hop fusion explodes with deep G-Funk bass lines and gritty boom bap drums. Phonk cowbells accent the swing, as distorted 808s collide with glitch hop noise, cartoon FX, and sirens. Hype ad-libs, chopped vocals, and retro talkbox leads drive playful hooks, peppered by whistle synths. Lo-fi textures and experimental, jazz-tinged breaks shape an offbeat, genre-melding, hyper pop club banger full of irony and kinetic theatricality.
Everybody Thinks It’s Them
This 90s West Coast Hip Hop fusion explodes with deep G-Funk bass lines and gritty boom bap drums. Phonk cowbells accent the swing, as distorted 808s collide with glitch hop noise, cartoon FX, and sirens. Hype ad-libs, chopped vocals, and retro talkbox leads drive playful hooks, peppered by whistle synths. Lo-fi textures and experimental, jazz-tinged breaks shape an offbeat, genre-melding, hyper pop club banger full of irony and kinetic theatricality.
Lyrics
Intro
I never asked
But I noticed.
It keeps happening.
In small ways.
In the same order.
Everyday.
Verse 1
Somebody circles your block.
Same route.
Same timing.
Someone else switched rides.
Shows up in different outfits.
Just to be noticed.
I hear about plans changing,
arguments at home
over nothing that really mattered,
just so they could leave earlier
than they said they would.
Everybody looks busy.
Nobody really moves.
They stand around,
checking nothing,
watching for you,
telling themselves
they’re only waiting for a clue.
Hook
Everybody thinks
they might be the one.
Everybody thinks
it could be them.
Verse 2
I see them stop everyday.
Yeah just stop.
To look your way,
then forget
what they were doing before that,
where they were headed,
why they even started walking.
Some write things down.
Don’t explain it.
Keep it close,
like it might be needed later,
even if it never is.
A lot of plans get left unfinished,
not dropped exactly,
just delayed again and again,
while they start counting chances
that were never promised.
They don’t say anything directly.
But it shows.
In how long they stay.
In how many times they look back.
Hook
Everybody thinks
they might be the one.
Everybody thinks
it could be them.
Outro
No one says it.
They wait longer than needed.
They leave slower than usual.
That’s it.