In My Crocs - Trevor Jackson

Hundred blue and all ba-, hey Hundred ball and all blues on me, hmm Hundred off, hehe, what up, Helly? Yeah Bitch, alright, back to it, huh Hundred ball in all- Hundred ball in-, huh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby) Hundred ball in all blues on me, bitch think I'm Crip In the deep, great white, don't think I'm shrimp G-O-A-T, shit, bitch, I think I'm him Gotta be ten plus with me to think I'm kin We are not cousins, we are not nothing Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, turn around, we are not hugging If I hear it's up, guarantee I got the Glock jumping 'Miris or the Ksubis or the PURPLE's, I don't rock Hudson's Threw the beam on the Glock 'cause it comes in handy Shot his legs off, he took the bag and tried to Running Man me Hundred dollar plates every meal, bitch, my stomach fancy I was young as hell loving pape', you was in love with candy I was young as hell masked up, before Halloween I was young as hell on that one shit, counting cheese I was young as hell on that court, hoped they scouted me Now, I'm balling on whoever once doubted me Told the bitch get the fuck on if she ain't throwing neck Zaza, Turtle Pie, this ain't motor breath Ten toes, bitch, I'm with the Reaper, all he know is step Backwood full of Runtz, swear I ain't joking, neph' Rapstar, walk around with a frozen neck Reach for a chain, hitman lay your soul to rest Skinny motherfucker, buffs on, all I know is flex Could've been a broke motherfucker, but I chose a check Could've been poor, but I'm rich now Turnt the city up, the first video on Richtown HipHop Lab, big threats, bitch, I'm lit now ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, don't get blicked down Red beam on old dog nose, he a big clown Unky moving through the 'bows, this his fifth pound Thousand dollar sneaks, I'd take your ass to Drip Town Hitman Mr. Headshot, you better get down You better try and run and flee, you better tuck and duck Big Bad Wolf, the Backwood finna huff and puff Working magic with the Visas, Hufflepuff In a spaceship, high as hell, finna hover up Three of red, turn my Mountain Dew into martian juice Push the lil' button, finna start the coupe This shit chess, so you better play your smartest move Put that lil' gun down, you ain't got the heart to shoot If we down two, I got a three in me Bitch talk loose, I'm on her head like a beady bead Y3 joggy, Kanye's, I got Adida feet In the scam house, same block, you can see a fiend Cous' in the trap, fuck around with some P's of beans Lil' lightskin, pretty bitch like Alicia Keys Ever get some real cheese, gotta feed your team Wear Crocs on some millionaires, I'm just being me Hehe, ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Helly? Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz

Yo I was walking outside yesterday In the best way Asked my friend said hey What are those shoes you're wearing He said yo there crocs I said what the heck are crocs I think I saw someone named Kevin He came out of a Seven-Eleven with those He said yea that's true I was super confused What are these shoes Everyone is wearing They look kinda weird I tried it on it feels really disgusting It feels like a rubbery mess I can not take the test I said these aren't the best They gave me a C- on that Everyone isn't agreeing (Everyone isn't agreeing) I think crocs are bad Nobody is really listening Okay Now I'm making this song And now I'm ready for this But no one sings along Everyone's wearing crocs It's super weird I think their something weird about the crocs But I do not know what it is Bro someone said they can go really fast in crocs But actually, bro wasn't even fast at all He was going -Five miles an hour Bro why you wearing crocs man Make you slow Bet you know Bet you tho Bro why you wearing Crocs Why you wearing crocs I've been walking outside all day I keep seeing people wearing crocs Ye No one likes crocs Not even myself Do you like crocs Nobody likes them Have you ever seen them They are pretty disgusting Do you like crocs You know what the answer is This is the right answer NO Nobody likes crocs (Nobody likes crocs) Nobody likes crocs (Crocs) Dude why you wearing Crocs What do you think about the crocs I do not think there the best What do you think about the crocs I do not think there to good What do you think about the crocs I do not think there to good Do you think they're nice What do you think about the crocs I do not think there to good Do you think they're nice

She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. Into her heart, into her heart she's waiting. She told me I must hold onto the mo-oment. And when the moments over I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone And like a bird, yes like a bird, she'll fly away. She never said, she never said she'd stay here. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that ship to come. I cannot fight, I cannot fight the ocean, all alone (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. Now kiss me on, now kiss me on my broken wings. Don't leave me here, don't leave me in the water. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. And when the rain comes down I will be washed away. I hope, I hope we meet again. I want, I want to hold you again. I hope, I hope we meet again. I'll know, I'll know until the end. I'll be all aloooone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone.

The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air You know it's funny how the people say the world is changed, It's like: Saying that stranger's a kind of strange It's like: Saying that water is kind of wet It's like: Saying that Elvis is kind of dead It's evident to anyone with half a brain that things change, That's why books have more than one page, That's why, me and my grandfather aren't the same age, That's why New Kids On The Block thery're not rockin' on Triple-J But, the more things change, the more they stay the same Same old girls, same wars, same games Sure, there's climate change, and there's terrorists and AIDS But we used to have the nazis And now it's was way way way worse But things get bad, then get better, Before I started eating bree, I used to eat cheddar The world is always gonna change, only love stays the same, Like I say in the refrain The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air When I died, I got them to cryogenically freeze me Believe me, it cost four million, that's cheap To see the future, see infinity, I thought that I had proven the truth of man's divinity But I discovered, I was poor like a chimney sweep, The richest man is just a tramp in the scheme of things Up there in the future, it wasn't much fun, Just a bunch of frozen businessman dreaming of a refund "Gimme back my money" They were yellin', Calling for the manager They were used to those credit card advantages But MasterCard can't change the past, can it? No kind of plastic is worth shit on a dead planet The whole place was cold like you wouldn't believe Just dead rocks in a dried up sea Just like time gone by Just like five fuckin' billion BC The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air Instrumental The meek shall inherit the earth, they're fine Don't have to fight for that shit Just have to bide your time Keep quiet, don't write any rhymes if you can help it 'Cos I'm sure god favors the silent, not the violent, Maybe the vibrant, definitely firemen Maybe the prime mister if he sticks to his assignment To lead wisely and not be divisive And while I'm on the subject, God, can you make him bring back human rights All right, fine, this is not a diatribe Just an ordinary rhyme about extraordinary times Hey, digital natives, on the love super highway You come my way leave e-mails and just fly away How good's that? I guess it's not all bad Crap, shit, fuck! We can still make positive tracks, Cut them on wax, under the full moon, Bury 'em for a month, And deep fry that to make, to make beats fat Fatter in batter, that's my motto, Like Specto said: back to mono, before he went loco Chatter for chatters sake that's the game, So I write rhymes that don't nessecerely mean a thing Sometimes, but this time I write a rhyme I can't deny I lie awake at night and recite the diatribe I'm alive and inspired to write rhymes or die tryin'. The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air