Jonny Modena - Showtime

Uh, if you ain't come in first place then you a runner up
Ha, ya
Got the butterflies, they building within
They building up
No matter what you gotta (ah)
Yo
Step on stage, place your heart on your sleeve
And give em all that your arteries bleed
Bare witness to those who anticipate your departure wit ease
And spill your heart 'til they start to believe
You're doubting yourself, even the greatest get down on themselves
The difference is they stick it out for themself
It's almost showtime
The crowd is waiting and they're louder than hell
They're screaming for you, break out of that shell
And give em a show
The curtain falls and you're standing, you're over panicked
You understand what's happening but you can't over stand it
You know inside if you want it you gotta go demand it
But your legs are frozen, and your nose is dampened
You go to wipe it with the cuff of your sleeve, clutching the mic
As fear almost buckles your knees
The pessimist in you is saying it's over
The optimist in you is screaming give em something they won't fucking believe
Listen, uh, they don't listen then you make em listen
Encapsulate the rhythm spit and captivate em wit it
Bad or great, don't forget they are the magistrate
Stay true and even those who hate will gravitate and pivot
Uh, these are lessons for the idle mind
In social media they'll treat you like its tribal times
That's why no matter what you'll give it your all
But first you gotta give this audience the time of their lives and just
Step on stage, place your heart on your sleeve
And give em all that your arteries bleed
Bare witness to those who anticipate your departure wit ease
And spill your heart 'til they start to believe
You're doubting yourself, even the greatest get down on themselves
The difference is they stick it out for themself
It's almost showtime
The crowd is waiting and they're louder than hell
They're screaming for you, break out of that shell
And give em a show
Now you're hitting the road and you been dreaming bout this shit from the go
You just did your first show
Though you were shaking from your chin to your toes
You ripped that mother fucking shit like a pro
Now you're itching to blow
You got a taste of the glitter and gold
Imagining all the shit that unfolds
You got a new show in a week, you show up to it and it's kinda dead
The venue ain't half as lit as you were told
Then the beat drops, the pressures higher than a knee sock
You better sing a cappella or just beat box
The crowd's booing you they're standing up and walking out
You almost scream how the fuck are you gone leave, stop
Uh, opening and feeling over timid
The troll that's sitting on your shoulder's like I told you nigga
Just another 20 minutes til it's over with
You going in but the audience ain't going with ya
Uh, this ain't the way that it's supposed to be
This ain't the way I'm s'posed to go, this ain't supposed to be me
No, this ain't the way that I'm supposed to feel
I got another show to host in a week, how am I s'posed to
Step on stage, place your heart on your sleeve
And give em all that your arteries bleed
Bare witness to those who anticipate your departure wit ease
And spill your heart 'til they start to believe
You're doubting yourself, even the greatest get down on themselves
The difference is they stick it out for themself
It's almost showtime
The crowd is waiting and they're louder than hell
They're screaming for you, break out of that shell
And give em a show
The last show is eating you up
You're barely eating and it's keeping you up
You're being hard on yourself, feeling like you lost a part of yourself
And you've been thinking should you even get up
But you've gotta get up, give this shit another shot in the gut
And if they hate you better not give a fuck
Better take your pride and bury it or fucking swallow it up
Fuck a pity party now it's time to follow it up
Write another rhyme, tell em everything that's on your mind
Show em everything you're laying on the fucking line
Make em feel the fucking pressure that you're under live
Tell em everything you feeling for the hundredth time (woo)
Go and get it like you over spending
Put your heart into it, let em know what's in it
You're the shit, don't you go and forget it
It's time to show em, the show is beginning
Hold your nose and go and
Step on stage, place your heart on your sleeve
And give em all that your arteries bleed
Bare witness to those who anticipate your departure wit ease
And spill your heart 'til they start to believe
You're doubting yourself, even the greatest get down on themselves
The difference is they stick it out for themself
It's almost showtime
The crowd is waiting and they're louder than hell
They're screaming for you, break out of that shell
And give em a show

Written by:
JOHN PETER ALLEN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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