Croakies And Boatshoes

Croakies
Boatshoes
Collars up
Daddy’s money increased my social status
«Dang, my loafer got smudged»
We are the suburban elite
«Hey where y’all wanna meet?»
I’ve got something to fucking prove man
I’ve really gotten something to prove
Dude, brah
Let’s go party tonight
Maybe start another goddamn fight
But it’s all right
My coach knows the sheriff
Don’t stare
Don’t stare
At my car
Don’t stare
At my shirt
Don’t stare
At my girl
Don’t stare