Eric Church Creepin

Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

I got a little buzz and my head is sore,

And from the my bed I can feel the sun,

Lord I hear the mornin' come.

Justa creepin'

Creepin

Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,

A flip of a switch,

A thief on the run,

Since the day you left me baby,

I can feel the lonely,

I can hear the crazy.

Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Head for the future,

Run from the past,

Hide from the mirror,

And live in a glass,

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,

Kinda like molasses in a late December.

Justa creepin'