Showtime

[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show
There is nothing to be seen or be heard
I'll be first to talk, yo, there is nothing but empty seats
And mannequins instead of them in their spots tho
I'll be done eventually, but not for so long
Tell the president I'm not for sale, hoe
Yell and flex again, "you'll end in hell, Gio
I preferred your debut, you were better before
What happened with Claire and the shit you was mad about?
Was the whole record a fake just to gain some clout?
Was your intent to escape from the debts of your daddy's route?
Would you please answer my laughing mouth?"
I've been left in doubt, I guess
I needed time to get back on my bullshit
I'll keep it a dime, this rap is consumin'
My feelings of dying get stacked with the music

[Hook]
La, la, la la la la, la la la
La, la, la la, la la
La, la, la la la
And whe- when I'm gone too, don't even cry
This life is a show, I need to sing along now

[Verse 2]
Maybe I'm too wishful with what I want
Long time no see
Alright, go Gee-Oh
Write a sixteen tight for people
That's never gonna bother with you
Should've inherited and gotten your brother's iq
'Cause your mother tried to get you in a little better headspace
For when you run from high school and get a lack of accolades (Oh no)
Motherfuckers, wouldn't you like that?
Just so I can write that in my nice pad
And you assholes can then whine, so my wine stacks
And my wife snaps like a tight band (Snap)
I don't shake hands, I stay mad for as long as I played a sane man
I'm still the same lame ass with the same exact pair of gonads

[Hook]
La, la, la la la la, la la la
La, la, la la, la la
La, la, la la la
And whe- when I'm gone too, don't even cry
This life is a show, I need to sing along now

[Verse 3]
So you wanna know 'bout Claire and Gio
Or drool while you just gon' stare?
Let me check the list, got rejected
It's kinda messed but god, just get two feet away from me
At least I got new content that my three followers on IG
Can ignore to then unfollow me
I guess they're bored of same old me
And real talk for just one second
I still got that smug-fuck passion
Of a kid brought up-by records
MCs' art, spun rhymes backwards
Then dream of fun, I, rapper?
It's begun, my bastards
Life might egg on, that cunt tried lemons on me
But one day at a time I gave life my lemons

[Hook]
La, la, la la la la, la la la
La, la, la la, la la
La, la, la la la
Went from lil sings to "I fell in love"
This life is a show, I need to sing along now