Cake: Lose yourself

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His plams 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, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked Hes so mad, but he wont give up that easy No he wont have it, He knows his whole backs to these ropes It dont matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so mad that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again yo This whole rap city Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him HOOK: You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo His souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortem It only grows harder, hommie grows hotter He blows, it's all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water These hoes dont want him no more, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old partna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da da da HOOK No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 And I cant provide the right type a, life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another damn or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailers got to go I cannot grow old in Salems lot So here I go its my shot. Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got HOOK You can do anything you set your mind to, man