"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you
My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy
There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even
Yeah, that's it
Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew
Big respect to the Get fresh, yes
Have you ever seen a show and fellas on the mic
make one minute rhymes that don't come out right
(They bite) Aiyo, they never write (That's not polite)
Word up, am I lyin? (Nah, you're quite right)
Well tonight on this very mic you're about to hear
We swear, the illest star rappers of the year
So so, cheerio, yell, scream "Bravo"
Also, if you didn't know it's The Roots Show
Yo Rahzel (Wassup?), put your Wallies on
(Yo 'Riq, I was about to but I need a shoehorn)
Why's that? (Cos these shoes always hurt my corn)
Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes Roots crew, you're on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)
Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)
(Yo 'Riq, where's Malik?) Aiyo, the brother is late
Told him the time, oh, I forgot the date
(Man, you did it again) Oh no!
(Here we go), come on
(Here we go), come on
(Here we go, did we miss the show?)
No, no no nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong)
Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse Roots crew you're on
Uh uh on....
Well it, started on-a O'Saints Avenue
When we came up with the squad that's called The Roots crew
It was me, Qwest Kemal, Hubbard and my man Malik-
B, and Rahzel from the NYC
Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things
For example, check out this telephone ring
Hello? Hello? Can I speak to Rahzel?
No, he's not in right now
Well anyway, no more delay
Just peep out the ill my man display
But'cha gotta be (fresh), Rahzel'll rock (fresh)
like D-O-U-G-I-E (fresh)
And I'm known for the.......
and not for the........
Rahzel the Godfather, the entertainer
No other title could fit me plainer
In the past generation, I am the remainder
And I'm also known as the beatbox trainer
Cashin cheques, makin sound effects
After I finish rockin, Black Thought is up next
Well here's a lil' sometin that needs to be heard
Rah, I was headin Uptown, (Word 'Riq), word
(Chillin) and all alone, no one to be with
Hopped up on the train headed for 2-5th
and saw this pretty girl (what?), so I sat beside her
Then she went
like she was Tony the Tiger
I said "Oh no, there's been a mistake
Love, my name is Black Thought, not Frostie Flakes"
(Oh, golly wally) Well, she was raisin hell
She said "Aah, my name is Maggie but call me Michelle"
Check it out, Roots crew and yeah, we rock the house, y'nahI'msayin?
And when I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin
So bust a move, we show and prove
Yo Rahzel, do that record Jam on the Groove
As you can see, most definitely
The Roots are....
Come up Rahzel, come up Illa Del
Come up ?UESTLOVE, and then come on up Hub
Come up Malik B, and then behind him D
Come up Dice Raw, the 5th Dynasty
and Black Thought sendin out a shout to the Get Fresh Crew
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew
[Verse 1]
Big respect to the Get fresh, yes
Have you ever seen a show and fellas on the mic
make one minute rhymes that don't come out right
(They bite) Aiyo, they never write (That's not polite)
Word up, am I lyin? (Nah, you're quite right)
Well tonight on this very mic you're about to hear
We swear, the illest star rappers of the year
So so, cheerio, yell, scream "Bravo"
Also, if you didn't know it's The Roots Show
[Verse 2]
Yo Rahzel (Wassup?), put your Wallies on
(Yo 'Riq, I was about to but I need a shoehorn)
Why's that? (Cos these shoes always hurt my corn)
Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes Roots crew, you're on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)
Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)
(Yo 'Riq, where's Malik?) Aiyo, the brother is late
Told him the time, oh, I forgot the date
(Man, you did it again) Oh no!
(Here we go), come on
(Here we go), come on
(Here we go, did we miss the show?)
No, no no nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong)
Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse Roots crew you're on
Uh uh on....
[Verse 3]
Well it, started on-a O'Saints Avenue
When we came up with the squad that's called The Roots crew
It was me, Qwest Kemal, Hubbard and my man Malik-
B, and Rahzel from the NYC
Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things
For example, check out this telephone ring
[telephone ring]
Hello? Hello? Can I speak to Rahzel?
No, he's not in right now
Well anyway, no more delay
Just peep out the ill my man display
But'cha gotta be (fresh), Rahzel'll rock (fresh)
like D-O-U-G-I-E (fresh)
And I'm known for the.......
and not for the........
Rahzel the Godfather, the entertainer
No other title could fit me plainer
In the past generation, I am the remainder
And I'm also known as the beatbox trainer
Cashin cheques, makin sound effects
After I finish rockin, Black Thought is up next
Well here's a lil' sometin that needs to be heard
Rah, I was headin Uptown, (Word 'Riq), word
(Chillin) and all alone, no one to be with
Hopped up on the train headed for 2-5th
and saw this pretty girl (what?), so I sat beside her
Then she went [roar] like she was Tony the Tiger
I said "Oh no, there's been a mistake
Love, my name is Black Thought, not Frostie Flakes"
(Oh, golly wally) Well, she was raisin hell
She said "Aah, my name is Maggie but call me Michelle"
[something in reverse]
Check it out, Roots crew and yeah, we rock the house, y'nahI'msayin?
And when I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin
So bust a move, we show and prove
Yo Rahzel, do that record Jam on the Groove
[Outro]
As you can see, most definitely
The Roots are....
Come up Rahzel, come up Illa Del
Come up ?UESTLOVE, and then come on up Hub
Come up Malik B, and then behind him D
Come up Dice Raw, the 5th Dynasty
and Black Thought sendin out a shout to the Get Fresh Crew
and Doug E.
(feat. Tank)
[Verse 1 - Tank]
It be on my mind like what
and you be on my mind like what
sure about the wait but not about the day 'cause it's just to much I wanna say ooh
[Pre Chorus]
That's just how I be feeling ooh
sometimes I wanna give in
and take you to the latest
it might be the greatest
Baby you get ready cause
[Chorus]
I'm thinking 'bout getting you tickets
front row and center so you can see the show
I'm thinking 'bout getting you backstage passes
all access granted 'cause I know you wanna know
how the girl be getting down now you wanna go
but the show'll be leaving town and
I'm thinking 'bout getting you tickets
bet you'll get with it with it
'cause you must see the show
[Verse 2 - Kelly]
I been rehearsing in my mind
So I'll be ready when it's time
I'm getting out my show clothes
So hot when I rock those (them nighties)
Look so good you say oh
[Pre Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tank]
Once the curtain goes up and the lights go down
I'm a take my seat girl 'cause I'm ready
Setting the stage on fire come and take me higher
I been thinking bout it girl if you ready
[Kelly]
Once the curtain goes up and the lights go down
Take you seat boy if you ready I'm setting the
stage on fire let me take you higher
I been thinking 'bout it boy if your ready
[Chorus]
hey yea hey 'cause you must see the [3x]
Sing it baby
Take me back
Hold it
No no no rewind, yeah right there
Oh fuck it
(Chor)
Welcome to the show
I'll explain if your don't know
I'm your host
Your the guest
The game is the world
Excuse the mess
Question, who's responsible?
Answer, it's us
Question, What can we do
It's to late so stop the fuss.
All we do is look after number one
Until it happens nothing gets done
If we'd taken the time to take the time
We'd be in better shape
But whats the point
all we do is steal, kill and rape
Yeah right
Thats got us far
Like a car without the wheels
No one seems to care
What the other person feels
Shout until your blue in the face
Scream from the loudest mic
It makes no difference
So we're all on the show tonight.
(Chor)
Welcome to the show
I'll explain if your don't know
I'm your host
Your the guest
The game is the world
Excuse the mess
Question, who's responsible?
Answer, it's us
Question, What can we do
It's to late so stop the fuss.
Break it down
Change the mood up in here
I'm still waiting for the day
When rush hour will be clear
Look around you
Open your eyes
Take a big breath of that air
If you knew what you were breathing
Yeah i think i you'd care
But we you don't
And that's my point
We just carry
No one's prepared to fight
So it makes no difference
We're all on the show tonight.
(Chor)
Welcome to the show
I'll explain if your don't know
I'm your host
Your the guest
The game is the world
Excuse the mess
Question, who's responsible?
Answer, it's us
Question, What can we do
It's to late so stop the fuss.
Written by: Finbarr Regan
Vocals By : Finbarr Regan
Performed By Finbarr Regan And Neville Campbell Barker..
If it's not you oh no I won't do that
You'll have to wait for me and that is that
Shoulda known, shoulda cared
Shoulda hung around the kitchen in my underwear
Acting like a lady
You shoulda made me, oh
Shoulda jumped a little higher
Shoulda fluttered my mascara
Like a butterfly
Instead of being lazy
It woulda saved me
Someone saved my heart today
Will someone turn the light back on?
Cos ever since you went away
The other rushes feels so wrong
That special something, that they are hunting
They're always wanting, more and more
Nobody sees the show
Not 'til my heart says so
If it's not you, oh no
I won't do that
Boy if you want to be my speciality
You'll have to wait for me and that is that
I won't (ooh), unless you want me to
I want (you), get in the queue
That special something, that they are hunting
They're always wanting, more and more
Nobody sees the show
Until my heart says so
If it's not you, oh no
I won't do that
Boy if you want to be my speciality
You'll have to wait for me and that is that
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Shoulda made me now
Gotta save me now
Shoulda known, shoulda cared
Shoulda hung around the kitchen in my underwear
Acting like a lady
You shoulda made me, oh
Shoulda jumped a little higher
Shoulda fluttered my mascara
Like a butterfly
Instead of being lazy
It woulda saved me
Shoulda known, shoulda cared
Shoulda hung around the kitchen in my underwear
Acting like a lady
(Shoulda made me now)
You shoulda made me (gotta save me now), oh
Shoulda jumped a little higher
Shoulda fluttered my mascara
Like a butterfly
Instead of being lazy
(Shoulda made me now)
It woulda saved me (gotta save me now)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
E-e-everywhere I go,
It's all been taken
Pick me up a book about new sensations
T-t-take me to a place
With no frustration
Better back it up before I lose my patience
Here we go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn on your radio
whoaoh
Let's go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn up your radio
C-c-call me on the phone
Or two way pager
Won't be comin' home so see ya later
You can keep your cars
And your jet-black hummer
Won't see me again until next summer
Here we go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn on your radio
whoaoh
Let's go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn up your radio
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn on your radio
whoaoh
Let's go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn up your radio
C'mon if you're feelin', if you're feelin' alright
Here we go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
C'mon, turn on your radio
whoaoh
Let's go
Let's take 'em to the show whoaoh
As you sleep in our bed
In my arms I see
I dying man
You will always be
What you will be
Ready to take
Waiting to recieve
I'm the object in your life called wife
Struggling for existence
While all around
Glides by
You will always be
What you will be
Ready to take
Waiting to recieve
Hope, pride, will a hand
Break the ice
Pull me from the sea
If I don't ask
I don't recieve
You will always be
What you will be
Ready to take
Waiting to recieve
Just remove the hook
>From my mouth
Oh, I'd do anything to feel the wind that day
There in the upper room, all in one place
And I'd give anything to hear the sound of the spirit
Coming down
And the praises they sang
It's the way that your beauty takes the stage
Bigger than a star struck grand parade
Louder than the sound of rock n' roll
Lights down, take a bow, you know you stole the show
And though I've never seen those holy toungues of fire
I feel you in my heart, you inspire me
I see you moving in the simple things
In the way you give life, it's the reason I sing
* - Slick Rick
+ - Doug E. Fresh
- Both
Oh my God...
*Excuse me Doug E. Fresh
+Yes
*Have you ever seen a show when fellow on the mic
Wit one million rhymes and don't come out right
They bit, they're never right, that's not polite
Am I lying
+No, you're quite right
*But tonight on a ?(stary)? mic you're about to hear
We swear the best star rappers of the year
*So + so *cherrio +yo scream
brotho
Also if you didn't know this is called the show
*Hey yo Doug + What
*Put your ballies on
+Yo Rick I was about to but I need the shoehorn
*Why + Because the shoes always hurt my ?(gong)?
*6 minutes, 6 minutes, 6 minutes Doug E. Fresh you're on
Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on(2x)
Oh my God...
+Here we go (Here we go)
+C'mon (C'mon) (2x)
+Yo where's ?()?
*Well I don't know they're late
Tell 'em the time, oh I forgot the date
+Man you did it again, oh no
(Yo, here we go, c'mon, here we go, c'mon, here we go
think we missed the show)
No, no n-n-n-no we didn't (wang)
No, n-n-n-n-no we didn't (w-w-w-wang)
No we didn't, well don't get us wrong
*Excuse me Doug E., excuse me Doug E.
Excuse me Doug E. Fresh you're on
Ah ah on, on, on, on, on
Oh my God...
+Well it started up on 8th Avenue
And I made up the name the Get Fresh Crew
It was me, my true DJ Jerona, that would be
My right hand man Ricky D.
I used to rap and sing, make sounds and things
For example, here's a telephone ting
(ring, ring) *Hello, is Doug E. Fresh here
(No, he's not in right now)
+But anyway, no more delay
Just check out the new style I display
Now you got to be fresh to rock wit fresh
And I'm D-O-U-G-I-E Fresh
And I'm know for the (sound effects)
Not for the (sound effects)
The human beat box on the entertainer
No other lable that fit me plainer
In a passing generation, I am a remainder
And I'm also known as a beat box trainer
Cashing checks, make sound effects
And after I'm finish rocking, Slick Rick is on next
(You know it) Slick Rick
*Wel, here's a little something that needs to be heard
Doug, i was walking downtown (Word Rick) word
(Sure) All along, no one to be wit
Step on the D-train, 205th
I saw a pretty girl (so)
So I sat beside her
Then she went roar, she was Tony the Tiger
I said, oh darn, there has been a mistake
Honey, my name's Slick Rick, not frosty flake
(oh, golly wolly) She was raising hell
She said, um, my name is maggie but you can call me Michelle
(Rick sings)
Bust a move, we show and prove
Hey, yo, Doug, do that funky jam on a groove
Oh my God...
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop
'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not
I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can't get enough
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs and synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show
Yeah, I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
Let me entertain you
Rang through my head
I was a reckless child
And I did what he said
People came
From miles around
To hear the sound
That was tearing up the town
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're a god
(Baby you're an icon)
(Maybe you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're a dog
The next batter up
Was a man
A scary man
With the golden hands
He brought his axe
To bury the tracks
No mortal man
Could follow his act
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're god
You can't refrain
From going insane
It's what you want to do
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're a god
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Maybe you're god
Now that rock & roll's in the palm of our hands
We take it to the people every chance that we can
We are the party that never ends
Live by these words until we meet again
You can't refrain
From going insane
It's what you want to do
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're a god
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're god
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're a god
(Maybe you're an icon)
(Baby you're a hard on)
Or maybe you're god
Whoa! It's time for the show babe
N-n-n-n-no!
Whoa! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Time for the show
[Solo:]
Check, one two
Yo Adit, we good to go man? (yeah man)
Well alright, let's start the show
What's up? Nick's the name, that's my man Adit
We took a quick break but fuck it, we back at it
With Part Two, brought to you in part
By the laughs and the tears, and all the places that we've passed through
It's been a hell of a ride the past few
And there's no ending in sight, we bout to let you inside
And shit, I'm not even tryna think about the finish line
Believe it's no game, but it ain't no race neither
We had to do it all at our own pace
Lessons learnt, bridges burnt and forks in the road faced
And I'd be lying if I said there weren't times that I was flying blind
Line by line tryna shine this little light of mine
We put the foundations down with no blueprint
I wrote my first song just to see if I could do it
Used to keep it top secret, leaked it and released it
Barely had our feet wet, got thrown in the deep end
Until all of a sudden, I'm in front of like three hundred
Something people at the Annandale screaming and jumping
And I can't believe it, such a rush, what a feeling
It make me wanna raise up and touch the ceiling
[Chorus:]
Turntables and a mic and we ready to rock, right?
We put it down when we all up in the spot-light
Lights, camera, action, we ready to go
Horrorshow on the set, we just letting you know
It's like, setbacks and traps set on the job site
But the wicked don't rest so we on the grind
So this the motto that we follow
Whatever life throws at us, it don't matter
The show must go on
[Solo:]
The show must go on
The show must go on
Yo, it must go on, the show must go on
On and on to the break of dawn
We'll stay up all night in the flight's in the morning
Catch me sprawled out in an airport lounge somewhere
Hungover as hell like "damn I love touring"
Or out in the middle of nowhere
But even if the budget is threadbare, believe we'll get there
Long days and nights, lost songs on hard drives
And there was one tour we even crashed the car twice (shit)
I juggle part time hustle like I'm living a double life
And spread myself thin like a butter knife
So buckle up and hold on, destination's unknown
But whatever, the show must go on
And things are looking up dude
I'm out on tour with people I grew up looking up to
And all this from the power of a mic check, one two
Now I got some other dreams I'm tryna make come true
[Chorus x2]
[Solo: x2]
The show must go on
The show must go on
The show must go on
Hey Joe
Where you going with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe
Where you going with that gun in your hand
Going down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messing around with another man
Going down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messing around on me
Hey Joe
I heard that you shot your old lady down
Hey Joe
I heard that you shot your old lady down
Yes I did, I shot her her
You know, I caught that girl messing around town
Yes I did, I shot her her
You know, I caught that girl messing around town
I took out my gun,
Then I shot her
I shot her
Hey Joe Where you gonna run to now
Hey Joe
Where you gonna run to now
Where you gonna go
Ain't no hangman gonna
Get a rope around me
Ain't no hangman gonna
Get a rope around me. (no one gonna)
Goin' way down south
Way down to Mexico way
Goin' way down south
Way down where I can be free
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
I do not know where to go, can not do it alone
I've tried and I do not know why
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I do not know where to go, can not do it alone
I've tried and I do not know why
I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can not get enough
I'm just a little boy lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I do not show it
I can not figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
The people follow the signs and synchronize in time
The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight
It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I've tried and I do not know why
Yeah, I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
I do not know where to go, can not do it alone
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I can not figure it out, it's bringing me down
I'm so scared but I do not show it
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I do not know where to go, can not do it alone
I've tried and I do not know why
I'm just a little boy lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I do not show it
I can not figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
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