Fogged Up Rink

Intro

Yo Caleb…

You asked for smoke, now the whole rink fogged up.

Turn the mic on.

Verse

Caleb walk around like he NHL tough,

Whole town know that haircut NOT tuff.

Fade so uneven, barber gave up quick,

Look like your lineup got checked by a hockey stick.

You hype yourself up like you next big thing,

But your stats stay colder than the outdoor rink.

Talking “Canada Cup, first line, watch me shine,"

Then Sam Blackwood showed up — now you holding pine.

Bench getting warm while Sam take flight,

Coach made the call in like half the night.

You waiting for a shift, staring into space,

Water bottle MVP, front-row seat to the game. 🏒

Chorus

Caleb, stop acting like you run the show,

Everybody see the cap when you start to glow.

Talk big online but disappear in person,

Every single comeback somehow gets worse then.

Hair ain’t tuff, game ain’t clutch,

You talk way more than you ever done much.

Think girls all on you every time you pass,

Reality check hit hard and fast.

Verse

You roast everybody saying they can’t shoot,

Then miss wide open nets and blame the boots.

Calling out Terr boys like you elite,

Meanwhile the puck scared to touch your feet.

Playground legend, married to the hype,

Built your whole image off talking on Skype.

Say you got motion, say girls all stare,

But they leave quicker than your barber from your hair.

And your sister got everybody stunned, no lie,

Whole squad wondering how y’all even related side by side.

Waste of beauty standing next to your ego,

She carrying the family draft stock solo.

Verse

Now let’s slide over to the ex-file lane,

Every story with Caleb end the same old way.

Anna had drama, everybody knew,

Relationship twisted like a busted hockey shoe.

Then Becky dipped fast, left you in the cold,

Found another dude while your story got old.

You still posting captions trying hard to flex,

Whole timeline screaming “bro just text your ex.”

Katie Power out there living carefree,

Meanwhile you still arguing in 720p.

You gossip all day, take shots for fun,

But fold under pressure when the heat finally come.

Outro

So Caleb, take notes when the beat attack,

Confidence high but the skill mismatch.

From the haircut jokes to the bench-seat fame,

Sam took the spotlight — you just watched the game. 🎤🏒