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giogio (rap) - stage fright lyrics

[verse 1]
i gave you my everything, every little bit of privacy
gave up my family to get ’em what they didn’t buy for me
dealt with the papers and not the kind you’d wanna dive in an’
worked that in my favor, get buzz when writers started spitin’ me
a perfectionist flaw, leavin’ pedestrians in awe
whether protested or not, i stir up their anger in pots
of potheads with no parents to watch over the parental advisory sticker
and these laments that filled the text that i jot
sh+t, it’s like we switched places on different sides
of where the speakers play this, you lip+syncing my lyrics tight
and connect with my clips, corrected by pigs
’cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine
i bleed on the mic for your children and they drink it with ice
case+by+case violence if the cd’s case mines
blame me, ’cause every celebrity needs a cape right?
laugh at it, they could never see my stage fright
[hook]
this is what i asked for, so let’s go do this (yeah)
actin’ like an assh0l+ and press gon’ blew this (sing it)
i wanted just the check tho’, no spread on viewings (come on)
spotted from the get go, my passport’s judas (let’s go)
anxious for the next show, the next song too an’ (yeah)
platinum from a glass home i cracked for music (sing it)
mansion like a sand fort but felt cold through it (come on)
this is what i asked for, so let’s go do this (let’s go)

[verse 2]
got me the life i always dreamed to pursue
the stalking and fights and interviews too
but most of the times i’m seen on google
i just long for a diet of instant noodles
and the moment i die, i’ll be introduced to
the honor of crying with no clip on youtube
as common a guy as lynn on ”used to
love her”, i tried, but: “this the new scoop+”
back then it didn’t matter as much, even when standards were an effortless touch
but to say i can stand it would be an overstatement, so to h+ll with this crutch
since the day that i landed i overstayed my american run
made proud my little version and give ’em verses they critique or worship
but deeply nervous my ego turned me into a different person
so what? they pay for me this pent up rage
i don’t know which face i’m gonna show when i get on stage
[hook]
this is what i asked for, so let’s go do this (yeah)
actin’ like an assh0l+ and press gon’ blew this (sing it)
i wanted just the check tho’, no spread on viewings (come on)
spotted from the get go, my passport’s judas (let’s go)
anxious for the next show, the next song too an’ (yeah)
platinum from a glass home i cracked for music (sing it)
mansion like a sand fort but felt cold through it (come on)
this is what i asked for, so let’s go do this (let’s go)

[verse 3]
and expectations so high, their patience goes by
came from a bas+m+nt no lights to a sp+ceship, low miles
the bass is so loud, but i pay it no mind
what i make they gon’ like while waving more flyers
i say my own rhymes, your paper all ghostwrite
it basically died, there’s flames on the ride
they sway on the sides like shade 45
i’ll spray in the sky, on stage fourth of july
they having some fun and move right+left in a mess
of clapping on drugs and soon a climax in a sec’
rapping their lungs mad, muting mic checks in a breath
i’m stressing, no palms stretch, using my legs as a stand
and my plan when i’m done, man, sure i felt on the mag
then quiet fans for the contrast, tour might end in a yell
get eyes grabbed as i sung last, moonlight blends with the red
as i grab on my gun and shoot myself in the head

- giogio rap lyrics

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