His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already. Mum's spaghetti!

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready.

To drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud.

he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking how everybody's joking now the clocks run out time's up overblow

He knows his whole back's on these ropes. It won't matter, he's dope.

He knows that, but he's broke. He's so stagnant, he knows when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's...

The moment you want it you better never let it go

To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment.