Show's Over - Trip Lee, Mitch Parks

I can’t endure no more, all ashamed and pain

I’m feelin strained and can’t go on this tour no more

I’m so tired of this tight rope walk

Homie I might go psycho my life’s strung off

Eh it’s the rest for my soul can this mic go off

I ain’t steppin on the stage tonight, shows off

This is the end of my show, this is the end I know

I know these chains had me trapped for a while

Don’t know when I last relaxed with a smile

I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds

Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd

I know these chains had me trapped for a while

Don’t know when I last relaxed with a smile

I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds

Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd

I can’t perform no more (eh eh)

Can’t run this course no more (eh eh)

I been tryna keep up this image to let em see that I’m different

I’m slippin and this is stuff that I can’t ignore no more (they trippin)

Can’t let these tears hit the floor no more (they trippin)

Because of fear I can’t (afford?) no more

Is it a lie what I’ve been, tryna hide all my sin 'n

Imprisoned and can’t no one open the door no more

Tired of tryna be righteous, got my world dark

Like somebody hit the light switch, I don’t know where to start

Cause I really don’t like this, its heavy on my heart (nah)

Somebody get me out this crisis, my pain is off the chart (please)

This is the end of my show, this is the end I know

I know these chains had me trapped for a while

Don’t know when I last relaxed with a smile

I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds

Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd

I know these chains had me trapped for a while

Don’t know when I last relaxed with a smile

I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds

Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd

I can’t perform no more (eh eh)

Can’t do these chores no more (eh eh)

I’m feelin like I’m sick, it’s silly so I quit

That’s it, I just can’t try to please the Lord no more

Cause really I’m sick of tryna make Him like me more (you feel me)

Cause every day I got a fight in store

I’m guilty so when I play I never like to score

No good in me n I’m sick of my plight I’m poor

They told me homie (whaa) the Christian life is better (word)

But they said to be holy n perform for His pleasure

But now I’m feelin torn cause the Lord is my treasure

But I fall and feel scorned when I can’t get it together

But then something clicked, its crazy I ignored this

But even when I slip, this ain’t based on my performance

Christ was equipped, ran a race with endurance

When His flesh was hit, His righteousness was my assurance (yea!)

I know dem chains had me trapped for a while

That’s in my past, I relaxed in Him now

Christ my Saviour He cracked through the clouds

Did it perfect, listen to the claps from the crowd

I know dem chains had me trapped for a while

That’s in my past, I relaxed in Him now

Christ my Saviour He cracked through the clouds

Did it perfect, listen to the claps from the crowd

This is the end of my show, this is the end I know