About the Track:
Crypto Colin is a trap-grime anthem for the delusional investor inside us all. With dreams of crypto riches and Discord groupies, Colin spirals from blockchain bravado to bin-level bankruptcy. It’s brash, chaotic, and painfully accurate — the soundtrack to every failed Web3 scheme scrawled on the back of a pizza box.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Yo it’s Crypto Colin, not your average lad
Got a Fiat for a Lambo, isn’t that mad?
Bin-bound trader, grime-stained king,
Throwin’ DOGE at the ducks while the bin lids sing.
Ramen for dinner, five nights straight,
But I’m mining crypto like I’m tempting fate.
[Chorus]
Crypto Colin, rise and fall,
Bin bag thrones and Discord calls.
Diamond hands? Nah, paper soul—
I’m all in, mate, just lost control.
[Verse 2]
Streaming from the skip with a cracked iPhone,
Telling tales of my NFT throne.
Colin Coin dropping, pre-sale now,
No roadmap, no team—but I’ll show you how.
Pump it up! Shill that dream!
Until the pigeons peck my crypto screen.
[Bridge – Spoken]
“I once had 12 followers and a dream.
Now I’ve got £3.78 and a laminated chart of Bitcoin’s rise.
It’s all in the bin now, but I’m still bullish.”
[Chorus – Reprise]
Crypto Colin, watch me crash,
Bought the dip, then burned the stash.
In my hoodie, stinkin’ proud—
Bin life’s loud, and I’m not cowed.
[Outro]
So here’s to the hustlers, the broke and bold,
Stackin’ coins in the grime and cold.
Colin may be busted, but he’s still got flair—
With a bin, a dream, and greasy hair.