Cobwebs
Don't run don't scream don't bite
I might bite I might
Don't run don't scream don't bite
I might bite I might
Tip top on my weighted line
Imma break here for my head tread
On my way I've been twisting into mazes, help me
I can't fall, I can fall
It's a steep drop
Waiting for the bottom where I meet rock
Hanging these strands on slopes
I yell out
The echoes ring deafening in my ears uh oh
Tip top of the tales I'm spinning
Web, caught, silk in all it's glory
I know I'm alone
My only hope, my only
Mmmmmm I know
Mmmmmm I know mmmmmm
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Crawling in so sticky I can see it creepin
Look so freaky deaky, stomach feelin icky
Stomach feelin icky, gettin sticky quickly
Tangled, lay flat, freak out
Then run-anana
Burn it, with fire, break out
Now run-anana
Going up in smoke watch every strand a glisten (glisten)
Am I dead, can you tell
No ones gonna tell, raise me down I fell uh
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Crawling in so sticky I can see it creepin
Look so freaky deaky, stomach feelin icky, stomach feelin icky
Stomach feelin icky, gettin sticky quickly
I might bite I might
Don't run don't scream don't bite
I might bite I might
Tip top on my weighted line
Imma break here for my head tread
On my way I've been twisting into mazes, help me
I can't fall, I can fall
It's a steep drop
Waiting for the bottom where I meet rock
Hanging these strands on slopes
I yell out
The echoes ring deafening in my ears uh oh
Tip top of the tales I'm spinning
Web, caught, silk in all it's glory
I know I'm alone
My only hope, my only
Mmmmmm I know
Mmmmmm I know mmmmmm
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Crawling in so sticky I can see it creepin
Look so freaky deaky, stomach feelin icky
Stomach feelin icky, gettin sticky quickly
Tangled, lay flat, freak out
Then run-anana
Burn it, with fire, break out
Now run-anana
Going up in smoke watch every strand a glisten (glisten)
Am I dead, can you tell
No ones gonna tell, raise me down I fell uh
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Don't run, don't kick
Don't scream, don't bite no
I might bite though, I might, I
Crawling in so sticky I can see it creepin
Look so freaky deaky, stomach feelin icky, stomach feelin icky
Stomach feelin icky, gettin sticky quickly
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Writer(s): Bennett Vogelman, Carmen Bradley
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