Teksty: Boomkat. 8 mile.

If you had... one shot... one oppurtunity... this is everthing you ever wanted.. His Palms are sweaty he's weak arms are heavy the vomit on his shoulders is his mom's spghetti but on the surface he looks calm and ready... what he wrote down the crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words don't come out he's choking now everbodys chokin' now the clocks run out times up over now and back to reality ...oh there goes gravity but he won't give up that easy nope