[Intro]
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)

[Verse 1]
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 trap show (Trap show)
I don't know him, he's a rando (Rando)
Counting digi money with all my bros
Playing shows anywhеre
There was nеver money there
But we didn't need it
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
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)