Late
Late
Rushing through the brink of time
Trying to redirect the fate of his prime
Avoiding a potential nosedive
Cause there's never gonna be a chance to refire
Nerving his chase
With so much fear in the face
Grilling through the race
To find a place to lay his ace
Forgetting the challenges pressing
Neglecting the opponent's efforts
To the ground, he came crashing
Cause the ace he couldn't catch up