Real Creeper

Let's have it (Aahhh)
It's only fucking Bedlam

Let's get inside, everybody lets check their vibe (Check their vibe)
Let's get inside, everybody better check their vibe (Just check their vibe)
Give a cheeky smile, now she's looking memorised (Mwah)
Turkey breasts, but I'm looking at that tender thigh (Owww)

That's good food, why you got a be so rude
You don't look at eyes
Don't look at I
Do you know who I am with a couple of grams
Dark knight or Superman
Picked the wrong fight woke up in lex luther's van
Spider senses never went to plan

Imma bird feeder
Twisted bird feeder
Walking parks after dark I'm the real creeper
Imma real lurker
No, I won't hurt ya
I'm the bird feeder
Twisted bird feeder

Do you think I'm a fucking sociopath
Because I'll go for pregnant ladies and I've been with widows
I don't really know
But I don't really give a fuck to be honest what they fucking think
Do you know what I mean?
It's only fucking Bedlam

Are you gonna swim or sink?
Are you gonna fall or fly?
Are you gonna watch me cry?
Have you ever seen pigs fly?
Have you seen the cow fly over the moon?
Tables always reserved at the spoons
Watch me take a deep breath
Inhale all the fumes
Oh you love all the madness
Excuse my French and Spanish
Drugs never stopped me from having a snooze
I'm crazy back on the booze
Me and Val like Dre and Shady
Everyone's just in love with the mood

Check your vibe, everybody just check your vibe (Aahhh)
Check your vibe, everybody just check your vibe
Don't come outside everybody don't come outside
I just walked 8 miles and security said just wait outside
Way out of sight yeah where I took that flight
I love fine-dine and way too much white wine
Stay on your grind raise up your line
Raise up your line

Ahh fuck I need to go home



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Beeton
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