Show Must Go On

Lyrics

[Intro: Math Allen] Yeah Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink, Math Allen] Kells, I used to snatch purses Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America (Ah) Writing these goddamn verses (Ah) Tryna get 50 Cent to me Stupid I turn him a G-Unit (Ah), make him beg for mercy Fuck juice, get a keg, I'm thirsty Walk in the VMA's while your man's rehearsin' I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice If he ain't a real one, I'ma snatch the mic (Ah) Uh, gon' gimme that Feel like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at We deserve it (Oh), we been workin' (Well) Even on days when it don't seem worth it I be two on (Oh), new shit, your style need a group home (Uh) Old bitch, I'm beastin', hungry Mothafucka, need me somethin' to chew on Yeah, come here (Agh) I'm too gone 2 A.M. gettin' head in the Yukon Two grams of the kush in the blue bong Two students in the bed from Tuscon What more can a mothafucka do wrong? I'm a sinner, I know Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier 'Cause I'm already buyin' all the fuckin' weed y'all grow Know I roll, one to the sky and blow Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show Can't nobody knock this flow Kick down, fuck knockin' your door We doin' it biggie, gettin' busy Competition is lookin' iffy You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty No invite, I'm runnin' through the entry, gone [Chorus: Math Allen, Kid Ink] We live fast, but we don't wanna die young (Oh) We don't wanna die young, but we ain't never gon' run You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come The show must go on, the show must go on Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) The show must go on Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) The show must go on [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink, Math Allen] Ah, fuck with me (Ah), I been trill like Bun with me (Ah) Gettin' big like Pun with me (Ah) Cleveland, Bone Thugs with me It's the first of the month, yeah (Yeah) Fried shrimp for lunch, yeah (Yeah) Rossi in my cup, yeah (Yeah) Lace the fuck up, yeah Said if you got a problem (Yeah) Baby, you can get the back hand (Yeah) Try and say that I'm a bad man (Yeah) Sayin' labor was a bad plan (Yeah) But I don't feel no pressure Same way I feel about your impression It's money over the pressure Representin' for the reckless Know you could feel my presence (Presence) Through the message Gotta thank God, it's a blessin' (Oh) Been stackin' up like Tetris (Ah) And I take more if you let me (Oh) Just take five, let me shine My eyes low, but I'm not tired (Wait) Keep quiet, man, I tried This suicide, suicide, oh [Chorus: Math Allen, Kid Ink] We live fast, but we don't wanna die young (Oh) We don't wanna die young, but we ain't never gon' run You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come The show must go on, the show must go on Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) The show must go on Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) Can't nobody stop this show (Na, na, na) The show must go on [Outro: Math Allen] Ah, ah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah