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conversations.value: Write me a song called Star of the Show with the following description: “Star Of The Show” features Chevy Woods, another member of Taylor Gang, and is produced by E. Dan and Big Jerm. This appears on Wiz’s Major Label Debut, Rolling Papers. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  See I've been going on and on forever
  Them haters probably wonder when I'm gon' stop, never!
  Most of this been good but I've seen some bad weather
  And niggas who want shit now wouldn't even give me an umbrella
  But I ain't tripping, I made a million on my own
  May come to your surprise but I pictured it all along
  When I was 16, finna get put out my home
  Now the man making money, my nigga, my money grown
  And I can do what I what, went from being hated on
  To niggas try to go down the same road I made it on
  Ain't no love lost but wasn't no love shown
  So now when niggas call I just don't pick up the phone
  I'm breaking down the weed, put it in the bong
  Blow a hundred racks, put it in the song
  Party every weekend, hardly ever home
  Don't get a chance to see me face to face
  So you have to talk about me when I gone
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Stay away from the fake or phoney (phoney)
  Niggas who can't support their own
  So keep hating me from the crowd
  Everybody wants to be the star
  Of the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  The drinks poured up, weed's rolled up
  And all my jewelery ice aged, the piece frozed up
  I only like to see the hoes who keep their nose up
  Have any nigga in the world but she chose us
  I remember them same hoes ain't even notice us
  Get you to buy a drink then it's over cuz
  We back around the time that she sober'd up
  Shit ain't been the same since the limousine showed up
  The best moments of my life
  Never peeled this much plastic off of Polo in my life
  Rarely gon' to see, smoking with ya wife
  Plus anything you want I can afford to buy it twice
  It's the way we know
  Wake up in the morn' like "where did all my paper go"
  Grow some more weed and get medicated
  Everyday is a holiday so we celebrate it
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Stay away from the fake or phoney (phoney)
  Niggas who can't support their own
  So keep hating me from the crowd
  Everybody wants to be the star
  Of the show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww)
  The show-ow-owww (ow-owww) [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
  Niggas losing their roles
  Can't play their position
  One day they're down for the team
  Next day they're missing
  Same ones was all in the front
  Suppose to be there for support
  And half the time it's the ones you care for
  Fuck you here for? Huh?
  [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
  You wanna be a, big shot, only number one
  Everybody wanna be a superstar
  Big shot, only number one
  But everybody wanna be the star, though
  You wanna be a, big shot, only number one
  Everybody wanna be a superstar
  Big shot, only number one
  But everybody wanna be the star, though
  You wanna be a, big shot, only number one
  Everybody wanna be a superstar
  Big shot, only number one
  But everybody wanna be the star, though
  [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
  Uhh, the money come, the money go
  And when it come down to it
  That's something niggas with real money should know
  We partied a lot and drank, now they don't talk to me
  I started off not so great, now I'm on top of things [Verse 5: Chevy Woods]
  Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
  I guess the difference is we ain't thinking the same
  So if I'm guilty of change, I guess I'm the one to blame
  I see the bigger picture on the wall in a frame
  Spent a couple of days OT making it rain
  That was cool but I was thinking ocean views
  Polo trunks shades on and boat shoes
  Cantox lick the oil, my nigga and I ain't slipping
  You won't stall me out, uh, bad transmission
  So if for the better, yeah, nigga different
  That west coast weed, my homie Wiz twisting
  Mattress money put up cause now my money different
  Got a lot to say but ain't never try and listen
  Record all night in the studio in the morn'
  Playing back what we did, now tell me if that's wrong
  Crack the Rozay, and pop a top or two
  And toast to what this hard work got us to