The Show Songtext
von Qveen Herby

Welcome to the show
Fuck all these hoes
All my real ones know
How deep it goes
Mirrors and the smoke (ah)
Want you to choke (ah)
Just because it glitters (ah)
Don′t make it gold (ah)

What's the matter with you, baby?
Don′t you wanna be famous?
Won't you sign your name on the contract?
Hmm, yeah, put you in a fast car
Put you on the big charts
Help us out and stir up some drama

Now she's always alone
Second line, second phone
All the cash was a loan
And all the master they own


Welcome to the show (oh, yeah, yeah) (ah)
Fuck all these hoes (fuck all these hoes) (ah)
All my real ones know (all my real ones know) (ah)
How deep it goes (how deep, how deep) (ah)
Mirrors and the smoke (ooh) (ah)
Want you to choke (want you to choke) (ah)
Just because it glitters (ah)
Don′t make it gold (gold, gold) (ah)

Ah, ah

Baby, get yo′ shit together (together)
Hope this album's better (hope it′s better)
We just need a hit like your last one (we just need a -)
Hmm yeah, get that big producer
Get that manager, Scooter (ah)
Maybe just consider the implants (please consider it)
If you don't, it′s alright (it's okay, baby)
It didn′t sell, but we tried (we did our best)
See your hype sorta died
We took the next bitch in line

Welcome to the show (ah)
Fuck all these hoes (fuck all these hoes)
All my real ones know (ah)
How deep it goes (how deep it goes) (ah)
Mirrors and the smoke (ah)
Want you to choke (ah)
Just because it glitters (ah)
Don't make it gold (ah)


Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Welcome to the show