Amir Royale - Let Me Sing (Skit 3) lyrics

- A school bell rings out. Jharrel has returned to school and is shifting through the hallways. He retrieves items from his locker. Unknowingly to Jharrel, Jordan is standing directly behind Jharrel's locker door. Unaware of Jordan's presence, Jharrel closes the locker and is met and startled by a creepy smiling face staring at him [JORDAN:] Hi Jharrel! Or should I call you... - He chuckles, turning away from Jharrel and then turning back dramatically [JORDAN:] SlimJayy - SlimJayy has officially entered The Weirdo Zone [JORDAN:] How's the mixtape going?! [JHARREL:] It's going uh— [JORDAN:] I'm so excited for "A Milli"! [JHARREL:] Uhm... [JORDAN:] It's gonna be SO good!!! [JHARREL:] Hey Jordan, yeah, it's going—it's going pretty well. Thanks... Ah, so, um... - Jordan stands eerily; Jharrel looks for an exit There's an awkward silence [JHARREL:] Well I'm gonna get to cla** now—uh... - Jordan quickly interrupts [JORDAN:] Well no, no, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait... Do you—uh—uhm... - He quickly is gaining courage [JORDAN:] I'm here—to ask you... - He takes a deep breath then cringes [JORDAN:] Do you have any collaborations? - Jharrel gives in [JHARREL:] Yeah, actually I have two [JORDAN:] Oh. Oh! Like who is it? Like who's on it so far? [JHARREL:] Um, well I mean, I have a rapper and a singer [JORDAN:] Ooh, what singer? What singer? [JHARREL:] Uh, her name's Victoria - Just what Jordan wanted to hear [JORDAN:] Oh, HER name is Victoria. I see... So you don't have any guy singers huh? [JHARREL:] Uhm, no... I—not at the moment actual- [JORDAN:] Well do you need one?! [JHARREL:] Um... [JORDAN:] (hopeful) Let me sing on the track! [JHARREL:] I don't— [JORDAN:] (joyful) Let me sing! [JHARREL:] No... [JORDAN:] (pleading) Let me have one track... please? [JHARREL:] Jordan look! I don't think I need you to sing on the track or anything... - A gun is heard co*king. Jharrel flinches. Students nearby burst into a crazed fearful chaos, running down the halls trying to escape. Jharrel raises his hands slowly. His mouth hangs open as Jordan stares him down at gunpoint [JORDAN:] (strict and calmly) Let me sing on the track. Okay? - Jharrel is shellshocked [JORDAN:] Now go into your locker! [JHARREL:] (fearfully) Uhhh... yeah—yeah... [JORDAN:] GET YOUR sh*t! [JHARREL:] (almost crying) Okay... [JORDAN:] We're going to the studio. RIGHT NOW! - There's a pause [JHARREL:] Okay Jordan... okay....