It starts with…
First Term, as Frosh of course.
It doesn’t even matter what Block or Course.
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
to explain in due time…
(All I know)
Grade is a valuable thing.
Watch out for R’s, with a 4 you can sing.
Wait for the Prof ‘til the end of the day
The Block ticks life away…
(It’s so unreal)
Didn’t look out below
Watched the Term fly right out the window.
Trying to hold on, but didn’t even know
I wasted it all just to watch (Them go)
I kept everything inside
And even though I tried,
The Block fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of the time I tried…

I Tried So Hard
I Got An R
In The End, It doesn’t Even Matter
I HATE MY PROF
HE’S JACKIN’ OFF
But In The End
It Doesn’t Even Matter…

Last Term, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to remind myself how
(Adjusting’s so hard)
In spite that the Block was mocking me.
Acting like they where masters of CL3
Remembering all the times they needed me
I’m surprised they (got so far)

Blocks aren’t the way there were before
They wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that they knew me back then
But I’m still and Irreg (in the end)
They kept E.A.F.s inside and even though I tried
My Course fell apart
What it meant to me would eventually a memory of a time when I tried…

I Tried So Hard
I Got An R
In The End, It doesn’t Even Matter
I HATE MY PROF
HE’S JACKIN’ OFF
But In The End
It Doesn’t Even Matter…

I Give My Word To You
I’ll Push As Far As I Can Go
After This…
There’s Only One Term Left To Go

I Give My Word To You
I’ll Push As Far As I Can Go
After This…
There’s Only One Term Left To Go

I Got An R
In The End, It doesn’t Even Matter
I HATE MY PROF
HE’S JACKIN’ OFF
But In The End
It Doesn’t Even Matter…