Ayo, this ain't bad, it ain't too good, but this shit's still fire, this shit's still more fire than the shit out of my furnace.

It's, um, the background music. Tonight the music seems so loud. I wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way. We hurt each other with the things we want to say. We could have been so good together. Like, don't act like I don't hear that careless whisper back there.

Get it?