I've Got Miracle Lyrical Capability All In

Inside It Drives Me Crazy, My Insecurities Could Eat Me Alive.

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 Forgettin' 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 Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Cause See They Call Me A Menace; And If The Shoe Fits I'll Wear It.

You Can Be A Permanent Fixture In My Lyrical Mixture.

As Long As The Wrong Feels Right - It's Like I'm In Flight.