Well, I guess I can't rhyme anymore
I guess I got no more to say
Or else I'd be puttin'it down
Instead of just throwin' it away
I work like a slave for the future endgame
Everything I love to the past
There's a string of septembers, that I can't remember
And I hope my amnesia will last
And, I guess I can't rhyme anymore
I guess I got no more to say
Or else I'd be puttin'it down
Instead of just throwin' it away
I guess I can't rhyme anymore
I guess I got no more to say
Or else I'd be puttin'it down
Instead of just throwin' it away
