Creepin' (исполнитель: Eric Church)
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 [bad word] Justa creepin' Creepin',creepin',creepin'. Shot outta [bad word] like a bullet from a gun, flip of a switch, theif on [bad word] 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 for the future, [bad word] 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 and caffeine love, Got under my skin and into my blood, That need you [bad word] over me, Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree. Justa creepin' Creepin' Justa creepin' creepin' Creepin' Head to the future, [bad word] 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' [bad word] 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'...