Static

(album: Creep - 2013)

If you really want me to
I'll keep you safe incase they come for you
It's '99, but it's feeling like it's '92
My hair get long, way longer than my fucking life with you
I'm in the dark, crying hard
Tear drops up on my fucking shoes
You say you happy
I say, bitch that's good for you
You say you hate me
I respond with, I love you too
It's nothing new, with my brothers on the fucking stoop
Still doing what'll end up killing me, the funny thing is
I could never give a fuck if you never ever end up feeling me
Girlfriends they hearing me, Boyfriends they fearing me
Skinny white motherfucker, rolling up another blunt
And sipping up on my Hennessy
Said that you'd be there for me, tell me what did I do
Turn to ghost when the flashbacks go
I'm dying with a thought of a thought of you
You know deep down that you wish you'd never done it
Now you're all alone and I truly hope you love it, yeah

Riding on them thangs, I'm feeling like a mack
My cell phone ringing, I never answer that

Riding on them thangs, I'm feeling like a mack
My cell phone ringing, I never answer that