Blues, punk,rap,speakeasy blues, rhythmic, rhyme, storytelling, female

Creep creep creepin Down the street street street street. I can feel you right behind my ears ears ears ears. Tryin to steer my fears . Quick hit the sims code. We need the heat, see, divine timing is creep creep creepin in. Can you feel it?ahhh mmm creepin creepin. You creepin on my page page. Peeking in your cameras creep creepin creeping. You climbing on my stage, creepin on my page, hacking, tryin on my stacks on stacks stamping out my sage. Laughing at my days. Creep creep creepin down the street street pushing through the sleet trying to get in between the sheets, sheets sheet. Tellin people she a street cheatah working the nights down at the red light district hoping for a hand out, payout she’s not stout oooh yeah hmmmm, lookin It’s lookin pretty bleak bleak bleak. Drop the mad dog 20/20, Jamison is on the block sellin stock. Mmmm yeah You are really kinda weak. Blinded by the heat. It’s kinda steep being  just a creep.

rap, blues, punk, old speakeasy blues, storytelling, rhythmic, rhyme, female, slow