The Creature

Duration

2:30

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Lemme tell'ya lil' story 'bout a guy I know, Poor son of a bitch, He lived and died 'till 'bout 'uh month ago, Back in school all the teacha's called him the creata', He'd wink at a girl and tell her, "go 'n eat'cha..." Heart out! He likely died from uh' overdose of swag, Today's the day I tell the story about the life had... Let's just say, he thought he was livin' 'uh hay-day, He'd wear his favorite pair uh' shoes ta' walk in the mud, baby, But, he lacked any kind of class, Didn't know what it means, To treat a woman like he was the man in her dreams He's not the kind of brat you'd ever wanna meet, He'd steal uh' woman's heart, and turn into the machine, He lacked that crystal ball that told him his actions, Were leadin' him down the course of a fatal reaction (CH) Oh! Creata' Creata'? Or is it the Machine? You're not the kind of guy I'd eva' wanna be, I'm not just talkin' 'bout this fatal attraction, It's how all the ladies you've had never wished they'd had'ja, Alright! Good work on Saturday, Now everybody hates ya The week, on Monday, comes, Nobodied wished they'd snaked ya, On an idle Wednesday you lay at night in bed, That woman next to you, Her heart fills with regret Oh! Creata' Creata'! You ruined my life, You gave me confidence, But, I'm living a lie, How do you intend to fix this? Everybody hates ya, Even though you may be right, Your words are filled with anga (CH)