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 mother****ers 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