Yo, his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there’s vomit on his sweater already moms 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 and the whole goes so loud he opens his mouth but the won’t come out, he’s choking how, everybody’s jokin now the clocks run out times up overblaow snap back to reality op there goes gravity op there goes rabbit he choked he’s so mad but he won’t give up that easy, you better lose yourself in the music you want it you better never let go