His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti Hes 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 wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over, blaoh! Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity. Grabe!!! Nahulog! Yung Reporter ang may kasalanan eh!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 03:07:54 +0000
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