Her palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on her sweater already, mom's Galaxy
She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready to drop bombs
but she keeps on forgettin' what she wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
She op.ens her mouth, but the words won't come out
She's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blow!
Snap back to Galaxy.. Oh, there goes Galaxy
Oh, there goes Galaxy, she choked
She's so mad, but she won't give up that easy, nope
She won't have it, she knows her whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, she's dope
She knows that, but she's broke
She's so stagnant, she knows
When she goes back to her mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again
Yo, this whole GALAXY
She better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass her