SHOW UP by Camp KC Lyrics

[Intro: Gotye]
In its different way, this has its own magic
A magic of an accompaniment, tailor made in the fashion

[Chorus: Camp KC]
Shown up, shown out
Watch me pick up the flow now
Hold up, closed out
No one get in my zone now
Slowed up, poured up
Hold up, no one control us
I'm stuck, so what?
Give me more time, I'ma go up

[Verse 1: Camp KC]
I was alone
I was just stuck in my zone
No one gon' pick up the phone
Ma, was gone
I was just chilling alone
Music start calling me home
I done flown back to where I belong
So, I start writing these songs
When I was down
When I was down on my own
Damn, my mind was blown
Thought I was chose to say that I belong
Niggas been saying I'm cold
I don't know
Confidence still on the low
Is it all for show?
What does he hope?
So is it all for the dope?
Or are they saying I'm dope
To climb up a rope
To throw me down below
To leave me not to float
[Chorus: Camp KC]
Shown up, shown out
Watch me pick up the flow now
Hold up, closed out
No one get in my zone now
Slowed up, poured up
Hold up, no one control us
I'm stuck, so what?
Give me more time, I'ma go up

[Verse 2: Camp KC]
I got big plans for my little fans
Cause my little fans on go
Got my mind spinning like a ceiling fan
Cause the hate real on the low
Niggas looking at me sideways
Cause I ain't listening to they quotes
These the same niggas that fell off
So another nigga can't grow
I done realized that other niggas got fears that they know
I'ma get it by any means, they wanna stomp on my rope
Being real is the same lives they never live and it shows
I keep a small circle, all on ten on they toes

[Verse 3: Romello]
Think I might be just a little bit off it
Or maybe just a little exhausted
Shit
Or maybe just a tad bit thirsty
Filled up the schedule, I'm working
Back and forth, back and forth, all day
That's [?]
Shit
Second guessing, left aggression
Had to take a break cause the shit's depressing
Different then about the words I'm spitting
Is it worth the minutes?
Will I hear applause or I will hear the crickets?
Mm
Missed the part that they failed to mention
Oh, I didn't listen
The waiting game feel like a life sentence
Doubting myself like, "Who the fuck I'm kidding?"
Gotta gather myself, I know I can do it
I'm losing my shit
I need peace, I need God, I need hope
I try to find faith in the songs that I wrote
Huh
Can't make the first move
I know if I fall, I'ma end up a joke
So I'm watching my step and I'm taking it slow
But there's one thing I got that I know is the flow
I'm heating up, ready to blow
I know that I'm better than some of these folks
Or maybe I'm feeling myself
Give it a try, let it sit on itself
I see the competitors, they shit is repetitive
I ain't the best? Then tell me who else
Although I feel like the shit
My other half told me my music is shit
I try not to listen, but fell in the pit
[?] flick of the wrist
I'm looking to God, my palm is together
I'm praying I get the assist
No 9 to 5 influenced the drive
I gotta just stay on my shit
Even when life is a bitch
I'ma remain with the ones that I'm with
They making sure that a nigga don't quit
[Outro: Beatrice Horseman]
There's no cure for that