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Sing along yo…

Show guy! (What?) Show guy! (Who?)
Oversized hoodie sippin’ Mountain Dew.
Airplane mode, but I’m still this fly,
Whole crowd loud for the low‑key guy.
Show guy! (Hey!) Show guy! (Hey!)
Cool Ranch flex with the paper plate sway.
No lie, oh my, under strobe‑light sky,
Welcome to the life of a Show guy.

Wake up, schedule, my phones a jungle,
Apps be like Tarzan, my thumbs do the shuffle.
Everybody texting: “follow me”
Guest list math like the SATs.
Manager says, “Break Tik Tok by nine,”
I’m like, “Cool, need Wi‑Fi to shine.”
Starlink on the bus, I’m online in time.
Badge on my neck, got Flava Flav vibes.
Selfie with a salad, Liquid Death drip,
Lanyard so long I jump rope it.
Soundcheck, one, two… zen,
Soundcheck, two, one, select then start,
Up‑up, down‑down, Nintendo in my heart.
Post my feet – boom – ten thousand retweets.
Snapchat filters on a rotary phone,
Mixtape dreams in a Spotify zone.

I floss with fiber‑optic, minty upload,
Algorithm picky like a diva in a robe.
Rider says “No Red M&Ms,” please,
I brought peas… now nobody’s pleased.
Publicist whispering, “Act mysterious,”
So I rock Ray Bans in the cafeteria.
Security be like, “Who’s that kid?”
I’m the reason the confetti did what it did.
Phone on blast with the deep fake quotes,
“Live, laugh, laminate” Etsy on totes.
Autograph a toaster, sign a Vans shoe,
If it’s got surface, any Sharpie gonna do.
Meet-and-greet line like a Swifty pre-sale,
I feel your hype on the Richter scale.
I’m not on time; time’s on me,
I wear two watches for the symmetry.

Is the green room green or marketing talk?
Is a wristband fashion or access to walk?
If a mic drops gently, does the silence clap?
If a beat gets lost, do we open Google maps?
I collabed with Duolingo the owl, ¡Olé!,
Dropped a remix with a latte: foam DJ.
If relevance calls, tell it “hold, my guy,”
I’m busy being busy being Show guy.

Crisp white sneakers, scuffed by fame,
I blame the fame for forgetting my name.
Uber to the venue, limo to the store,
Bought duct tape, that’s superstar lore.
I do my own stunts: emails at ten,
Reply‑all ninja, hit send, then send.
Merch table handshake, awkward lean,
QR code, Apple Pay, ka‑ching.
Press asks, “Message?” I shrug, “Why not?”
“Hydrate, stretch, and respect the dot.”
(You know, the dot on the stage where I stand real fly,
X marks hype, and the dot marks guy.)