dr.Peps

Peace out, rabbit! Look. If you had one shot, one opportunity to see everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it? Or let it slip? Yo! His palms are sweaty. Knees weak. His arms are hippie. Vomit. I'm sweaty. Ready? Mom. Spaghetti. He's nervous. But on the surface, he looks calm. You ready? Drop the bomb. But he keeps off forgetting. With his rub down, the whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth. If the words won't come out, he's choking. How? Everybody's joking now. The clocks run out. Time's up. Over. Wow! Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh, there goes gravity. Choked. So mad. But he won't. Give up that easy. No. He won't have it. He knows his whole back. Look at his roots. Don't matter. He's dope. He knows that. He's broke. He's broke.