Rap Show Songtext
von Cold Hart

Pick up the microphone

I don′t know what to say to all the people
Who have come here for the rap show

One, two, three, don't go
Don′t belong here, no I don't
Then again, who really does?
We're all the same, so who gives a fuck?

In the club, dirty Air Force 1s
This my favorite song, come on, let′s run
To the crowd, fuck backstage
′Cause that shit's boring anyway
Put down your phone
I′m tryna talk to you in real life
We was too lit for the rockers
So we turned up at the thrash show
I don't know him, he′s a rando


Countin' digi money with all my bros
Play 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

One, two, three, fine, go
I'll be straight, I′ll let you know
And I don′t wanna think too much
'Bout the sleep that I′m missing
I was walking outside of my body
Stumbling into the party
Pick up the microphone

Don't even let them know
Just look at the crowd with your eyes closed
Just let it all out and go psycho
So pick up the telephone
I didn′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