His palms are sweaty
Sweater already mom's spaghetti
He's nervous
Keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
Joking now
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 forgettin'
What he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
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