look if you had one shot one opportunity sees everything you ever wanted one moment would you capture it just let it slip yo his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there’s vit on his sweater already mom 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 joking how everybody’s joking now the clocks run out time’s up over PL snap back