Night Show (Extended)
Man the club is just giving me a heart attack
I said I didn't want my hat but now I want it back
Man you trippin' you just called that an album
With like three interludes and like no real talent
Put me on a night show
I could be a talk host
Hated in my english class
Cuz I'm the one to talk most
Front row uh
Whatchu wanna do?
Put me on the very next level
And yeah I'm above you woah!
I'm talkin bout the class of 2022
15 years old tryna make it big in high school
Drop a hit here
Drop a hit there
Makin money in my sleep til I'm a freakin' billionaire
Called my momma in the school day
Told her that I didn't like it
Some kid tried to take my apple watch
I wasn't tryna fight him
Call me Stokeley
Every place I go they know me
I was doing campus tours
And just some random kid approached me
But that's facts
Not a studio album
Cuz I'm switching up my flows
Like fashion shows are switching outfits
Makin bangers
I wanna be the one to make it
I just wanna make my music
It's a punishment I'm takin third base yeah baby
Like I'm Jimmy Fallon
Put me on the television
Late night talk
Call me Matty G
Not David Letterman
I got the cash out
I'm just bringing the racks out
I'm on a night show
I've gotta sidekick
Hop on a track and the people will like it
Runnin' the set
Goin' too boujee
Like it's the Met(Gala)
I like Lil Uzi
I like Jack(Harlow)
Tell me "What's Poppin?"
Then I run it back
I'm on album number 2 with the lyrics
What's the point in makin' it
If no one's gonna hear it?
Gotta story to share
I'm still hated up in english
Got the flames up in my mouth
And they've got nothin' to extinguish it
12:01 A.M. we started a new day
With new problems
New hobbies
But the same things to say
Don't you wish when you woke up
You just had a clean slate?
I don't care about your thoughts
'Cause I'm gon do it my way
Got a heart attack
The club is still runnin'
I'm gon do this rap thing
Until my heart stops bumpin'
Man the club is just giving me a heart attack
I said I didn't want my hat but now I want it back
Man you trippin' you just called that an album
With like three interludes and like no real talent
Put me on a night show
I could be a talk host
Hated in my english class
Cuz I'm the one to talk most
Front row uh
Whatchu wanna do?
Put me on the very next level
And yeah I'm above you woah!
I said I didn't want my hat but now I want it back
Man you trippin' you just called that an album
With like three interludes and like no real talent
Put me on a night show
I could be a talk host
Hated in my english class
Cuz I'm the one to talk most
Front row uh
Whatchu wanna do?
Put me on the very next level
And yeah I'm above you woah!
I'm talkin bout the class of 2022
15 years old tryna make it big in high school
Drop a hit here
Drop a hit there
Makin money in my sleep til I'm a freakin' billionaire
Called my momma in the school day
Told her that I didn't like it
Some kid tried to take my apple watch
I wasn't tryna fight him
Call me Stokeley
Every place I go they know me
I was doing campus tours
And just some random kid approached me
But that's facts
Not a studio album
Cuz I'm switching up my flows
Like fashion shows are switching outfits
Makin bangers
I wanna be the one to make it
I just wanna make my music
It's a punishment I'm takin third base yeah baby
Like I'm Jimmy Fallon
Put me on the television
Late night talk
Call me Matty G
Not David Letterman
I got the cash out
I'm just bringing the racks out
I'm on a night show
I've gotta sidekick
Hop on a track and the people will like it
Runnin' the set
Goin' too boujee
Like it's the Met(Gala)
I like Lil Uzi
I like Jack(Harlow)
Tell me "What's Poppin?"
Then I run it back
I'm on album number 2 with the lyrics
What's the point in makin' it
If no one's gonna hear it?
Gotta story to share
I'm still hated up in english
Got the flames up in my mouth
And they've got nothin' to extinguish it
12:01 A.M. we started a new day
With new problems
New hobbies
But the same things to say
Don't you wish when you woke up
You just had a clean slate?
I don't care about your thoughts
'Cause I'm gon do it my way
Got a heart attack
The club is still runnin'
I'm gon do this rap thing
Until my heart stops bumpin'
Man the club is just giving me a heart attack
I said I didn't want my hat but now I want it back
Man you trippin' you just called that an album
With like three interludes and like no real talent
Put me on a night show
I could be a talk host
Hated in my english class
Cuz I'm the one to talk most
Front row uh
Whatchu wanna do?
Put me on the very next level
And yeah I'm above you woah!
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Goldbaum
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