It’s showtime!
Okay, I’m on my way to work
I take the 7 to the 1
On the 7 there’s a dude
Who’s really tryna find the one
Cause he’s staring at a girl
To see if she gon look his way
While he’s reading Sally Rooney
But he’s only on page one
It’s too crowded on the 1
I’m claustrophobic seeing two
When we get to 42nd
Gotta hop onto the 2
And the car is looking empty
But it’s too good to be true
Once I walk inside
Of course that shit is smelling like the zoo
It’s showtime!
The demons and the freaks are
Right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
So I move between the cars
And start to think I’m in the clear
Til the mariachi band
Is playing right into my ear
But I gave the dude a dollar
Cause the song was kinda fire
With the music coming out these days
It’s hard to be inspired
Cause half these motherfuckers
Really wanna be the Strokes
And my thoughts are interrupted
By the billowing of smoke
Oh boy I was so surprised
That it was pleasant to my nose
Cause these dudes were smoking hookah
And they offered me the hose
It’s showtime!
The demons and the freaks are
Right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
They right here with ya baby
Right here with ya
Everything you need is right here with ya
You need some blow, you need some weed
It’s right here with ya
You need some friends, you need a scene
It’s right here with ya
But you better keep your eyes
And your ears with ya
It’s showtime