Can you see the writing on the wall?
Those times we never had, those times did not evolve
Now I stand here empty and I’m wondering what to write
To show those snot-faced kids up and just have some fun tonight
Do you recall the poem at all, they read when we were rollin balls?
There’s something in the air tonight, that something isn’t smelling right
I’ll fix my head and try again, and maybe things start making sense
If you don’t mind just pay the price, another ‘weiser would be nice
Can you see the writing on the wall?>
Well I can’t take it off this time the sharpie took the fall
Now I stand here waiting while you rhyme with contemplating
The poet left his mark on us and now it’s ours to sing
Do you recall the scene at all, inspired by the bathroom stall?
The girls go there, the walls are bare, well don’t you have a thing to share?
Well don’t be nice, just show your vice, isn’t that a lovely sight?
I told you so, you had to go, I guess I’ll call you on the phone.