Blood Creepin Lyrics & Chords By Death Grips

Pass that shit

Hold on man, park the car
I have no idea where we are
Think we may have drove too far
Yeah, I can see they're right behind us
But there's nothing we can do
We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool
They're on to us but don't look now
They think they're 'bout to take us down
Fuck that I'm not going out
Pass that shit

At the next corner, turn left, it's time to handle this
Nowhere to go don't trip have no time for that pussy sh-agh
In a minute it'll all be finished what, you don't think I speak the truth?
You think I could just be sittin' here listenin' to Sonic Youth
Anywhere when they try to ride on you thinking I'm gone
I'll creep up on 'em from behind and break 'em off one by one
In the time it takes you to blink your eyes, shit'll already be done
But just in case anything goes wrong, keep your right hand on your

So when they step up out the car
Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you'll be fine
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' steady creepin', blood creepin'

Shake the bottle, what's it hold?
How many have I already sold
Hope not too much cause I feel insane, need more than one to numb the pain
Slithering through my brain
Thoughts stuck on that train
Off the track and up in flames
Fuck it I'll swallow these blue ones, yeah, and maybe this big one
And I might as well take a few more with me just in case I get some

I know you want 'em yeah no problem
Got that covered tramp I brought 'em
How it creeps up on me so slowly I don't notice my eyes rolling
To the back of my head and falling, shit somebody's calling
Can't answer the phone, call 'em back when I'm 'bout to leave
Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown

So when they step up out the car
Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you'll be fine

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' steady creepin', blood creepin'

Down the alleys in the middle of the night
I'm trashed, so high it's hard to ride my bike
Might crash whenever I'm this fucked up
Drunken monkey through the cuts, who gives a fuck?

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' steady creepin', blood creepin'

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' steady creepin', blood creepin'