Front of the Class

Dont ask me to come to the front of the class.

Knowing I dont know the answer is going to make me look like an a**.

You seen me texting on my phone.

I wish the bell would ring so I could hurry up and go home.

Dont ask me to come to the front and read my paper.

Its still kinda of damp from the rain vapor.

I ate something terrible for lunch today and I just want a hall pass.

If I stand to long , after while all I can say is "Its natural gas".

Dont ask me to state what I did for summer in front of the room.

Ill make up a story about some witch who flew me around on some broom.

Dont you remember the days when you was the student. Its like the teacher picked you just to see if you was listening.

Knowing you was daydreaming about your secret crush. 

With a big smile on your face and your eyes just glistening.

You had to freestyle and answer and you had to rush.

So next time you have to chose a student to come up and speak.

Just know when you see my head boobing thats just my techinque.

Not for you to pick me.

But for you to know Im trying to sleep.