Eminem Lose Yourself

Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted One moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip Yo, 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 forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won t come