Kw1ll1s - Creeps (feat. Fallen7, Philosophy, AtMeLunar, KiidFlexx, Mob$eshDeep & Starrr Reid)

Lower class family
Got nothing but demons in my head
Mamma probably think I'm evil
I'm the thing under your bed
Real life boogeyman
TT like, what Boobie saying
That nigga saying he's crazy
Imma probably shoot his ass
There goes the inner me talking again
My own enemy is a freak
I'll be your friend
I gravitate toward creeps cause I am one
Radiohead's probably singing my anthem
Keep your head up on a swivel
Walking down streets
Better wear some Crocs instead of sandals
Creeps like feet I'm no prude
Weird too
Not your everyday freak
Plus my girl's ass is my favorite kind of meat to beat
I'm big talk
Plus I'm about that shit
No need to swear
Leave a nigga speechless
They forgot to breathe air
Grabbing for a gas mask cause the circle's closing in
Go to war on these songs
That's the kind of zone I'm in
Killing shit until I see my name on the podium
Nominated good enough
I'm just glad they're noticing
Shout out Fallen seven
Yall giving a nigga hope again
Sorry if I look a little creepy
With the goofy grin
Creeps, they're the ones you're thinking about daily
They're the ones that you fucking call crazy
The ones you're pushing to the edge
Wishing they were dead
About to split their fucking heads
Ha, yea, let me introduce myself as struggling
Hi, split personality fucking up my whole life
I just rolled these runts up
Want to get high
I just keep this Glock tucked
You want to die
Fuck all of these simpletons
With bitches they be simping with
Succubuses triple six
And I aint fucking with the shit
Imma keep it real
You're a pussy
That's the difference
Fuck you, not sorry
Go ahead and call me ignorant
Yo, welcome to the creep show
Come and meet my people
That are evil and so deceitful
Trying to be peaceful
But they want to be lethal
Handle my problems with
A bottle of Titos
And Joints that's the same size
As a burrito
Life moving in slow-mo
Stuck inside this matrix
Call me Neo
Gambling with my life
Like Robert De Niro
Inside this casino
That's how it be though
Used to be lame back when Bebo
Was popping now we popping
Out the pot like hot grease
F7 got him running scared
And hiding every time we're about
To released the
Creeps, they're the ones you're thinking about daily
They're the ones that you fucking call crazy
The ones you're pushing to the edge
Wishing they were dead
About to split their fucking heads
We're a group of fucking outcasts
Your layers of fear
Won't scare niggas from Outlast
We're about that
Sinister, from Maine
Down to Missouri, to Texas
Even Oregon boys getting reckless
Don't test us
Because y'all put us in the corner on time out
So we're about to tear your spines out
Our throats tighten whenever we wrote
No ghost writers
We're ghost riders
And we're about to split
Our fucking heads right
Gotta split our fucking heads right off
For the next motherfucker to talk
Running their mouths about garbage
All day, waiting for the fuse
In me to light up like Pompei
Leave your bodies in stone and ash
Since all they want to do is talk about trash
Labeled as a creep it's no secret to keep
In my tinted windows when I creep
I like the beef
Eat that shit up all day
HP back up
Time to lay them out like a creep
Creeps, they're the ones you're thinking about daily
They're the ones that you fucking call crazy
The ones you're pushing to the edge
Wishing they were dead
About to split their fucking heads
Contemplating homicide
How I take them down
How it makes me feel alive
Keep it on the low
No one can know
This facade is so draining
But they still hate me
Haven't even seen the monster
Might let it go
Be the face the town knows
Didn't see me in the daylight
See me when I come out the shadow

Written by:
Camille Jones

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