Lose Yourself

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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