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Blood Creepin
PASS THAT SHIT
Hold on man Park the car I have no idea where we are Think we may have drove too far Yeah I can see they're right behind us But there's nothing we can do We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool
They're on to us But don't look now They think they're 'bout to take us down Fuck that I'm not going out
PASS THAT SHIT
At the next corner turn left It's time to handle this Nowhere to go don't trip Have no time for that pussy sh-- AGH In a minute it'll all be finished What you don't think I speak the truth You think I could just be sitting here Listening to Sonic Youth Anywhere when they try to ride On you thinking I'm gone I'll creep up on 'em from behind And break 'em off one by one In the time it takes you to blink your eyes Shit'll already be done But just in case anything goes wrong Keep your right hand on your
So when they step up out the car Yeah I know this sounds bizarre But now I remember where we are Do what I say and you'll be fine
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin steady creepin Blood creepin
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shake the bottle what's it hold How many have I already sold Hope not too much cause I feel insane Need more than one to numb the pain Slithering through my brain Thoughts stuck on that train Off the track and up in flames
Fuck it I'll swallow these blue ones Yeah and maybe this big one And I might as well take a few more with me just in case I get some
I know you want 'em yeah no problem Got that covered tramp I brought 'em How it creeps up on me so slowly I don't notice my eyes rolling To the back of my head and falling Shit somebody's calling Can't answer the phone Call 'em back when I'm 'bout to leave Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown
So when they step up out the car Yeah I know this sounds bizarre But now I remember where we are Do what I say and you'll be fine
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin steady creepin Blood creepin
Down the alleys in the middle of the night I'm trashed so high it's hard to ride my bike Might crash whenever I'm this fucked up Drunken monkey through the cuts Who gives a fuck
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin steady creepin Blood creepin
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