Eric Church – Creepin’: Lyrics and Music Video
Creepin’ Lyrics
Like a honybee beatin on my screen door,
I got a little buzz in my head and its sore,
And from the my bed i can feel the sun,
Lord i hear the mornin come.
Justa creepin
Creepin, creepin, creepin
Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip of a switch,
A theif on the run,
And since the day you left me baby,
I can feel the lonely,
I can hear the crazy.
Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Head to the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in a late december.
Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Oh,creepin’
Your cocaine kiss caffeine love,
Run under my skin and into my blood,
That need you back comes over me,
Like ivy crawlin’ up a hickory tree.
Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Justa creepin’ creepin’
Creepin’
Head to the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in a late december.
Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Ah, come on!
(guitar)
Break it down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down…..
Just last night i saw the light,
At the end of that tunnel on the other side,
Thought i found my way outta this pain,
Only too find your memory train.
Creepin… creepin… creepin… creepin…
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