Experts Everywhere

Everybody got a microphone,

Everybody got a plan.

Everybody knows exactly what's wrong

with every other fucking man.

Guy at work knows economics.

My barber understands the Fed.

Some dude who watched three videos just diagnosed the pain inside my

head.

EVERYBODY'S AN EXPERT NOW!

Everybody figured everything out!

Talk real loud, never have a doubt— EVERYBODY'S AN EXPERT NOW!

Nobody knows a fucking thing,

but everybody's got something to say.

We got eight billion answers and somehow we're still guessing every day.

My neighbor understands nutrition.

My cousin knows what's wrong with schools.

Some stranger underneath a video

just solved international fucking rules.

"Actually—" Wait. "Technically—"

Here we go.

"In my experience—" Brother,

nobody fucking asked you.

EVERYBODY'S AN EXPERT NOW!

Everybody figured everything out!

Whole damn world screaming over itself— NOBODY'S LISTENING TO ANYBODY ELSE!

Everybody knows! Everybody talks!

Everybody's absolutely certain— Until they're fucking not.

But here's the part that gets me:

I sit there laughing at everybody

like I'm somehow above this shit.

Then somebody asks me one question and I go—

"Well, obviously, because—" Oh shit.

I'm doing it too.

EVERYBODY'S AN EXPERT NOW!

ME TOO, APPARENTLY—LOOK AT ME NOW!

Eight billion people screaming,

"HEAR ME OUT!"

EVERYBODY'S AN EXPERT NOW!

( EVERYBODY KNOWS!) I DON'T KNOW SHIT!

( EVERYBODY KNOWS!)

NEITHER DO YOU!

"Actually—"