Creepin' Lyrics

Creepin' through the weekend

I am seven stories tall

I could steal another wheel

And I'll be rolling down the hall

Taking kisses from the misses

And I'm thinking I'm smart

Fill a box full o' rocks

Tell myself that it's art

And I'm well fed I said

That's what she said

I had a feeling that she felt that way anyway

The wheeling and the dealing has me feeling alone

I'm out in the yard with the gardening gnome

And you know what I want

Creepin' through the crowd

Trying to make our way up front

And I believe in luck

No skill and I really don't give a fuck

Blame it on TV

I don't care if you see what I see

Yeah

Cruisin' for a bruisin'

And I'm feeling alive

I've been waiting on a painting

I've been watching it dry

Then I'm meeting with a cretin

And he gives me the slip

Nothing good in the hood so I'm trying to dip

And if I was you were

Let's just make sure

I had the time of day messed up anyway

Snakin' in my sneakers but I take it in stride

Waiting for the perfect moment to kick it in drive

And you know what I want

Creepin' through the crowd

Trying to make our way up front

And I believe in luck

No skill and I really don't give a fuck

Blame it on TV

I don't care if you see what I see

Yeah yeah