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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
Ja. Hike up your skirts a little more. I'm the king of the castle. You are my daily rascal. Dave Matthews bent echt... Dat is... Dat is... Dat is... Dat is... Dat is...
Just let it slip Yo 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 cool
Just let it slip Yo His palms are sweaty Knees weak Arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already
Just let it slip. Yo. His palms are sweaty. Knees weak. Arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already. Mom's spaghetti. He's nervous. Been on the surface. He looks calm and ready to drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down. The whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth. But the words won't come out. He's choking how. Everybody's choking now. The clock's run out. Time's up.
just let it slip yo 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 forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking how everybody's choking now the clocks run out time's up
just let it slip yo 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 forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking how everybody's choking now the clocks run out
Just let it slip Yo 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 cool
Just let it slip Yo 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
just let it slip yo 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 forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking how everybody's choking now the clocks run out