This is a song about "Senior night"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing

Doing every day things, at night

Them people see my good side

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Doing every day things, at night

And drink there syrup all night....

Not only had the fiend died

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

But, from a senior who'll be graduating next though,

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,