Meet Me

I'm a walking paradox in a pair of crocs

I never wear a pair of matching socks

I left my keys in my fleece, but I'll just change the locks

Because I'm lost, caught up by the way the sun is shining, casting shadows on my Favorite Block

I don't believe in rules or bar lines

I also don't like rapping about rap, that's crap and shit, that's a bar line

I'm trying to crack my hard-shell so I can be more heartfelt

But I can't make my heart melt until I get this heart held

I have a tendency to try and steal the show

But I don't want to go to prison