Artist: Skyzoo Album: In Celebration of Us Song: Everybody's Fine Typed by: AZ Lyrics Celebratory moments of a glass or a bottle in the air Or a flask and a shotty with a flare And the bag coming out when one appears Or the flash of a body in the stairs And the crash of a lobby in despair Or. moments where you getting patted on the ground That then turn into badges on the ground And the irony of reversing a role where whenever they roll Bet that they know that's whatever for them now 'Cause now is a scene where a stream is interrupted By conclusion jumping and dumping into a seat Where a dream is sitting in overdrive so taking over the drive Turns into 12 acquitting the screams, or 12 acquitting what they believe Until they're in the crowd banking on what another 12 perceives Or celebratory moments of a scale being off to the left So you cop and get more than you expect And the rest goes off to the cost of looking like you're involved So you back to spending more with your connect Connecting like interlocking the latch When a latch key is cocking it back Knowing a latch leads to how to react And the reaction is counter react It gets complicated like confiscating the lottery back It comps a way in like finding a pack Or it comps a weigh in like you was conned into buying it back Back tracking to the moments that inspired the toast To the half gallon of Henny for supplying you hope Til you're back to backing the semi from inside of your coat Either that, or standing on the other side of the scope Or, it's a celebration of being nowhere near where that aim is Trigger fingers turn to quotations Same fingers boxing you in will leave you vacant Round of applause down the hall for all your patience Or you in a hall, up on the wall With department of corrections letters hovered up over where your name is Or you by the door, cap and gown to the floor 8 years of proof hovered up over where your name sits Draw you to the crown, they sell it to you as weightless And charge you to sit on their wait list Then you fast forward, private parking the Porsche, open the doors To a round of applause down the hall from all your patients Fists in the air over mistakes, or fists in the air over the jakes Being vision impaired holding a tre And that tre pound lift up the fear from out his face And you vision impaired over a wake For the face that the jakes pinned as being a nigga So he gives him everything that he thinks a nigga should take And you ask him how he spell it and he responds "Please make up your mind, you niggas is either niggas or you ain't" All black everything, Bobby Seale fit with a tre While I'm untwisting my chains Celebratory moments of a glass or a bottle in the air Or a flask and a shotti with a flare And the bag coming out when one appears Or the flash of a body in the stairs And the crash of a lobby in despair Recalled by the store til the morn' while you borrowing a square And they're watching what you hear, but everybody's fine...