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CREEP
Hip-Hop/Rap
CREEP was released on August 15, 2025 by Elvisious LLC as a part of the album ALIVE
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AlbumALIVE
Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelElvisious LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvisious
Elvisious
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ElvisJohn Lozada
ElvisJohn Lozada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E. Morton
E. Morton
Producer
ElvisJohn Lozada
ElvisJohn Lozada
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

First things first
R.I.P. to Bill Z
I been living filthy
How they gonna feel me now
Say you only want the real me
It's certain who I will be
You living with the guilty
How they gonna feel me now?
Out of mind for a long time, passion for my own grind
Only worried bout the account
On your mind in the late night, images you hold tight
Thinking that you really gonna find peace now
Let me speak up on it
When its dark out, hop out, creep up on it
When its dark out, hop out, creep up on it
When its dark out, hop out, creep up on it
When its dark out, hop out, creep up on it
When its dark out, hop out, hop out
Never had trust
Not for word of the mouth
I'll slap the words out a mouth
I take the bait to the house
I weight 'em out
They testing my patience
I'm waiting 'em out
I ain't got a problem with taking 'em out
Raising the stakes it's like lifting a cow
Set up the date like we taking you out
And I'm leaving 'em blind when we catfish the safety and lift up that iron
Ain't wasting time, ain't gotta' go call on mine
Just stand on your words, and you finna' face all them words
When I flip your whole shit and I'm kicking your chin in the curb
Ain't gotta' give me the word
Ain't gotta' flinch at me first
I been through worst, I make hot it 'til it burn
Fuck what you heard
I teach to the criminals, 'til it got into those
Now you gon' witness the lesson I learned
Completely absurd, you looking disturbed
You looking unsure, you know that's it's real
When you feel how you feel when i gifted the words
Word,
First verse
cursed,
Earned, purse
Leave your efforts in the urn
When they give me my turn
Leave no stone unturned
Glock giving sun burns , gotta hit the blunt first
Coming for you comfort, a one of one they wonder
The one they never come for, kicking in your front door
Make a bitch kiss floors, whatchu think these for
Whachu need G's for
Hold it down, G-force
Never need a retort
Trap house resorts, trap house resource
What you wanna count out me for
What you wanna count out me for
What you wanna count out me for
What you wanna count out me for
What you wanna count out me for
Written by: ElvisJohn Lozada
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