(Crocker Verse)
/Hungover from the night prior/ Twisted as mic wires/ Look over at the clock: 3 hours to light fires/ On a stage, for the first scheduled/ Promotion crazy/ See my name in the ads, emotion pays me/ Feelings never felt/ Shower and change/ Shave in the mirror, lyrics play, and I hear 'em/ Recite 'em in repetition, I burn a set-list/ Feelin' higher than sparrows, like I'ma need a guest list/ Clean my kicks lovely, then I'm up out the door/ Know the songs backwards and now I'm assured/ On that raised platform, my heart skips a beat/ But I stand and conduct/ My own symphonies/ See familiar faces and their pride, it beams/ As I glide through the sky and I ride it's seams/ Girl greets as I leave, been an all day patron/ Said I was the best she'd seen, and I hide my shaking/
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