Annoying Ringtone - Make Us Kings Lyrics
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and readyTo drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettingWhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth but the words won't come outHe's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin nowThe clock's run out, time's up, overYou better, lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime(2X)Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravityOh there goes Rabbit, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won'tGive up that easy no, he won't have itHe knows, his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so sad that he knowsWhen he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab again, yo, this whole rapshodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass himYou better, lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime(2X)Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boring; but superstardom'sClose to post-mortem, it only grows harderHomie grows hotter, he blows it's all overThese hoes is all on him, coast to coast showsHe's known as the GlobetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose cause here goes the cold waterThese hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap operaIs told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partnerBut 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)
