Verse 1]
Everybody wants to play the outlaw,
Yeah, they’re howlin’ just to make a sound.
Everybody thinks they’re some messiah,
But they’re trippin’ when the lights go down.
Sometimes I think they chase me
Just to brag they shook my hand.
But I can’t find a moment’s mercy,
So I do it with my own two hands.
[Chorus]
C-c-c-crawlin’,
Like shadows through my veins.
Your poison words and cameras,
Keep beatin’ down my name.
You drained my whiskey,
You choked out my smoke,
Still you circle in tighter—
Like a fire I never stoked.
[Verse 2]
Eyes gonna roll back,
I’m set to strike.
Clock’s runnin’ out,
And I’m done bein’ nice.
Ain’t your fast train,
I’ll be the blade on the wheel.
I don’t need no handshake,
Don’t need no crooked deal.
[Chorus]
C-c-c-crawlin’,
Yeah, you’re scratchin’ at my skin.
Your dirty little secrets,
They don’t let no light get in.
You stole my bourbon,
You smoked out my soul,
And you’re crowdin’ in closer,
Like I got nowhere to go.
[Bridge 1]
You’re stickin’ like thorns on a rusted fence,
Gossip in your mouth, but it don’t make sense.
Tabloid preacher, peddlin’ trash divine,
But I’m laughin’ in your face while I’m buyin’ time.
[Verse 3 – Hand Job / Raunchy & Witty]
She said, “Baby, let me work it, I don’t need no ring,”
Got me jackin’ in the backseat like a one-man king.
Palm to the pistol, yeah, she’s squeezin’ that gun,
Turnin’ foreplay into gunplay just to watch me come undone.
[Verse 4 – Blow Job / Raunchy & Witty]
Dropped to her knees like she’s startin’ a prayer,
But the holy ghost left when she pulled in air.
Choir in my chest, yeah, I’m losin’ my voice,
Mouth like a sermon, but the devil’s her choice.
[Chorus]
C-c-c-crawlin’,
Like vultures on the kill.
Your broken crown is rustin’,
And I ain’t payin’ your bill.
You burned my bourbon,
You bled out my smoke,
Now I’m standin’ here ready,
And I’m the fire you provoked.
[Bridge 2]
I ain’t your savior, I ain’t your fool,
Don’t play me down, I don’t bend to your rules.
I’ll carve out the silence, I’ll cut through the noise,
This outlaw’s still standin’—ain’t takin’ your toys.
[Outro – Final Chorus]
C-c-c-crawlin’,
Yeah, you never let me be.
But the harder that you press me,
The more I break free.
You stole my bourbon,
You smoked out my soul,
Now I’m rippin’ wide open,
With nowhere left to go.
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