Rap Show

Pick up the microphone

I don't know what to say

To all the people who have

Come here for the rap show (Ah-hah)

GothBoiClique (Gang)

One, two, three, don't go

I don't belong here, no I don't

Then again, who really does?

We're all the same, so who gives a fuck? (Swag)

In the club, dirty Air Force 1s (Oh, yeah)

It's my favorite song, come on, let's run

To the crowd, fuck backstage

'Cause that shit's boring anyway (Fuck that shit)

Put down your phone

I'm trying to talk to you in real life

We was too lit for the rockers

So we turnt up at the Thraxx show (Thraxx show)

I don't know him, he's a rando (Rando)

Counting digi money with all my bros

Playing shows anywhere

There was never money there

But we didn't need it

Pick up the microphone

I don't know what to say

To all the people who have

Come here for the rap show (Rap show)

One, two, three, four

One, two, three, fine go

I'll be straight, I'll let you know

And I don't wanna think too much (Too much)

'Bout the sleep that I'm missing (Oh, well)

I was walking outside of my body (Outside my body)

Stumbling into the party (The party)

Pick up the microphone (Pick it up)

Don't even let them know (Don't)

Just look at the crowd with your eyes closed (Go, go)

Just let it all out in a cycle

So pick up the telephone (And go)

I don't know what to say to you

Like I was at my first show

Pick up the microphone

I don't know what to say

To all the people who have

Come here for the rap show (Rap show, rap show, rap show)