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CROCS
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Utwór CROCS został wydany 29 października 2026 przez Independent jako część albumu SUMMER IN OCTOBER (VOL. 1) - EP
29 października 2026
WytwórniaIndependent
JęzykEnglish
BPM115
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Fuck
Fucking
Aight
I wanna know, I wanna feel
But I don't know how I should feel, though
On tippy toes, I'm walkin' still
I touched the floor and then the ceiling
And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)
Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)
Why they tryna tell you how?
Skin thick like crocodile
Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)
Why it gotta be that way?
Why you gotta be that way?
Life throwin' mad tests right now
You might never see that A
Uh, yeah, things feel bleak when your mind start to feel like a run-down street
How many times did you dream, then real life happened, you ain't leave that place?
I wanted to be good, so I didn't cop
But right now, I really need that eighth
I wanted to be good for my pops
When I'm high, he don't need that face
And growin' up, he was patient 'bout lots
As a kid, you really need that grace
Every day, I get feedback, great
But what happens when it all start contradictin'?
All-star, but I'm not in the Big Ten
Ballpark when I go pop, it depends
All art is taught by the big man
But Hallmark how it's all positioned
Fuck this, if I stopped when I wished then
Would've been far, but not so distant
Thank God for the dog that I listened to
When that 2021 trip kicked in
You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah
You just wanna live with style
You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah
You just wanna live with style (Style, style)
And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)
Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)
Why they tryna tell you how?
Skin thick like Crocodile
Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)
I paid the toll, I paid the bill
These days of old when was children
Gone and in New York, I know it's cold
The sky is coal, this week in Florida
Trippin' still
Where the fuck this car goin'? I don't know
But I get distracted lookin' at the photos
Past reenacted, Dickie jeans and polos
Bathrooms filled with nicotine and fake carts
Don't pass that, you fuckin' up the roto
I'm on the train, T-Pain and Quasimoto
I used to bump ridin' the 1 goin' to blow dough
I used to cop lots of quarters, never a O, though
But always had a hot aroma, never a low rolled
Now I'm at lil' Frankie's, wine and risotto
The scene a lil' stanky, I still wanna blow dough
I'm all over, my friends is on fuckery
We act the same before and after a buck on me
I told the game suck on me, luckily
Came back out of the ashes still chuckling
You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah
You just wanna live with style
You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah
You just wanna live with style (Style, style)
And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)
Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)
Why they tryna tell you how?
Skin thick like Crocodile
Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)
Written by: Andre Herlick, Arlo Naparstek

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