Verse 1
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's Gatorade on his shirt already, the flavor was berry
He's nervous, but on the track he looks calm and ready
To run miles, but he keeps on forgetting
He lets his team down, the whole team goes so loud
Crossin opens his mouth but the words won't come out
Like Crossin is chokin, how? His head always looks down
The clocks run out, times up, over - Blow!
Snap back to reality, Ohh Crossins not mad at me
Ohh there goes Robert, he slips you see
He's so mad, but he won't quit indeed
Give up that easy nope, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's quick
He knows that, but he's sick
He's so sad that he knows
When he gets to the finish line, that's when it's
Back to the track again, yo, Crossins mad again
He better come in under his last time in order to win

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You going to run by yourself in cross country, the meets are rainy
You better leave it alone
You only play one sport?, cross country is the sport to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

Verse 2
Practice I'm hating, on Wednesday everyone starts fainting
This track meet is not mine for the taking
On Monday, the fact is, we start pratice
Running 16 400s is hard; Tuesday seems so far
But harder than we think, and only grows harder
Crossin grows hotter, he blows it's all over
These students is all on him, we got weights though
He' s known as a hot head
Who head shakes when he argues
Ready to go home, the meets tommorrow
He goes home an barely knows his own sorrow
But cross your fingers cause here goes some good news
Crossin don't want you no mo', he don't want to lose
He moves on to the next runner who fasts
And can make run even if on his leg is a cast
But he makes him mad, I suppose there not partners
But his head goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-duh

Chorus

Verse 3
No more games, one last meet in the rain
Go crazy on this track as if my family came
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and now that built me up with rage
So I kept running and stepped right in the top ten
Best belive I'm gone be first and win
All the pain insid amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by this fast guy
And only one left but it seems like 8 miles
And looking for an opening man, but these
Fast dudes is coming closer, but I'm not cutting
There's no Mr. Crossin fussing, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Tryin to run with water coming down, drip drop
Caught up between being a winner and Crossin acking like a cop
Coming in first, screamin at the finish line and trying to
Stay in one spot, another second but can't
This gotten to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
To formulate a plot how, to get some water but not now
Success is the option Crossin gives me, failure's not
Mom I love you but this track team has got to go
I cannot grow old running cross country all my life
So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only sport that I got