| Nik Novo |
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Lose There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
Yourself To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
Songtexte He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
Songtext He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! |
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