Praat maar verder voor jezelf, dat doe je al slecht genoeg. Meer hooi op je vork nemen is duidelijk niet aan je besteedt ;)

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

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder


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Zoals die gozer mijn ODA boost op zonpon's OS :)