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Heart's racing
I'm shaking
I feel like I hit the lotto
For a lot o' dough
But it's like my breath is foggin' up my glasses
I can't quite tell if my number even matches
Knees shaking
The whole world is quaking
I can't friggin see
As I'm crossin the street
Car horns blaring,
I just keep staring
I want this to be it
I want to be the piece that'll fit
The door shuts behind me
And oh, look at the irony
The guy that called
And said I'd give it my all
I never even met 'im...
He was family though, always been
As they put my paper on top of the pile,
I doubt my style
Walk out the door
Before my face hits the floor
This has gotta be it...
It's my turn to win. |
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