Annoying Ringtone - Make Us Kings lyrics

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom'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 chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up, over You better, lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (2X) Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't Give up that easy no, he won't have it He knows, his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so sad that he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rapshody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pa** him You better, lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (2X) Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is boring; but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah (…) Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistles) All the people on the street know (whistles) Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles) All the people on the street know (whistles) (…) Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistles) All the people on the street know (whistles) Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles) All the people on the street know (whistles) (4X)