This is a song about "Bad end night"

It sends her on a trip so right

Girl thought about boy every night

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Is to be active at night

Over me the same peeps that have died

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Like you gotta bad case o' the sinus in your swollen head this the end

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Doing every day things, at night

I seem to love these whips - a white

Not only had the fiend died

I’ll be there every single night

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

If you wondered what i do at night night night