Sitting on my Toilet

Intro
Water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
Water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
Water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
Water, water, water, loo, loo, loo

Verse 1 (DJ Fobulous)
In this journey of my life, I try to be prudent
But it’s hard out here for an engineering student
I feel like a soldier, my only force: the mind
And so I wrote the lines that make folks rewind

I remember when I set foot on this campus
I was ready to develop and take form like a blank canvas
I wanted answers for who I am and what I’ll become
So that I don’t succumb to all that’s to come

The quest, the pursuit of knowledge
I could’ve settled for less like community college
I’d be chasing girls all day like an idiot
And getting drunk every night, that lifestyle I pity it

This is where I learned to make something of my life
After fighting with myself every day and every night
I laughed, I cried, I struggled, I wondered, and I grew
I grew up right here on the streets of Waterloo

Chorus
It goes water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
We’re the best, east or west, the rest will screw you
We’re dressed in black and gold, warriors, the true crew
And we rep the Streets of Waterloo, do you?

It goes water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
We’re the best, east or west, the rest will screw you
We’re dressed in black and gold, warriors, the true crew
And we rep the Streets of Waterloo, do you?

Verse 2
I’m sorry if I could never be a socialite
And dissolve my issues in booze to coast through life
See my pen is a sword that can oppose a knife
And that’s why the world listens when I hold the mic
There were times when I felt like a ghost, an apparition
Will I ever be an accountant, a tax magician?
The best years of my life are the price of admission
As I fight another war with ink as ammunition

I’m a soldier in the faculty of mathematics
Not a number in the matrix, a math fanatic
As I dodge life’s bullets with my acrobatics
Will the world listen to my voice past the static?

Life gives you questions when you demand answers
But I’ve come a long way from a blank canvas
By the time I graduate I’ll stand on my two feet
Ready to succeed and represent the Waterloo streets

Chorus
It goes water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
We’re the best, east or west, the rest will screw you
We’re dressed in black and gold, warriors, the true crew
And we rep the Streets of Waterloo, do you?

It goes water, water, water, loo, loo, loo
We’re the best, east or west, the rest will screw you
We’re dressed in black and gold, warriors, the true crew
And we rep the Streets of Waterloo, do you?

Copyright © 2008 Raymond Chan and Yuvraj Goel