Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
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 grows so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
The clock's run out, time's up over,
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
He's so mad, but he
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