You Don't Get Another Chance, Life Is

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!

You May Be Gone But You're Never Over.

Why Is It So Hard For People To Believe That White People Are Poor?! I Wouldn't Say I Lived In A Ghetto, I'd Say I Lived In The 'hood. The Same Friends I Had Back Then Are The Same People On Tour With Me Now.

You Know, I Don't Know If You Know This About Me Or Not, But I'm Kind Of A Big Deal.

Nuts They Go, Macadamia They Go So Ballistic, Whoa.