Croakies and Boat Shoes

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 somethin to fucking prove man, I've really gotten something to prove Dude... Brah... lets go party tonight... maybe start another goddamn fight... but it's all right... my coach knows the sheriff. Don't Stare... At my car. At my shirt. At my girl.