This is a song about "Twelth night"

At your best you might

2am on a sunday night

Monsters creeping up in the night

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

If you wondered what i do at night night night

Jt: no one to hold her tight

I hear it every night

Them people see my good side

That's what i get at night

Living my life like i'm living right

And i could tell you everything that night

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Girl thought about boy every night

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light