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.