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and an axe
I watched fight club once and I thought it was deep
Now I spend everyday listening to Radiohead's creep
Now I think about it
Is this really me
Stuck

Deus Misereatur

Paradise Lost

Icon

1993

(live) Album of Iron Maiden
It was a good day of Ice Cube
Bigger, Better, Faster, More! Album of 4 NON BLONDES
Creep of RadioHead
Kiss This Album

You like all the stupid things I do
The Smiths and Radiohead and even
Watch the same channels on YouTube

You're disenchanted by modern society
Just

yo DJ loop the beat I'm slidin' on this
Like Radiohead I creep
XXX said it best the whole point is evolution
Open your mind to find out what the truth

Twerk for the dead

She so unique
She so unique
cnd she's bilingual
Jeez that makes me weak
(Ooo!)
Her favorite song is Radiohead “creep”
(Ooo!)
My

Cole, Ben E. of Carole
Bee, Gipsy, Crimson
Of misschien wel die van Leon
Celine Dion, Eric Carmen, All By Myself
Is het Adele? Nevermind
On My Own, Patti

the message still pending
Sposed' to be a god not a ghost
Got a Radiohead, I'm a Creep, I don't belong
I tend to tune out when my tune ends
Cus' all I hear is

selling music today
An open source pioneer, siding near his fan-base
While Radiohead just creeps in from behind
Don't forget the dime
Thirteen cents

falsetto singing niggas for the streets
This ain't for the Radioheads nigga this for the creeps
This feel like a night of stars you better grant your wishes

Suicide on replay
Wish you saw me for who I be
And not some Radiohead loving Creep
Who needs sleep
Who is in to deep
In his own daydream
Of chasing dreams

selling music today
An open source pioneer, siding near his fan-base
While Radiohead just creeps in from behind
Don't forget the dime
Thirteen cents

low in the seat
Radiohead nigga dreamers creep
And he's a fed nigga read em and weep
I'm tryna practice the things that I preach
Gotta get after it dog

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

sleep.
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
I'm dying to be famous, like both of J-lo's ass

can use her and leave her down by the side of the road
Alone
The dream is gone
Now we are alone
Your spirits sleeps
Mine wants to creep creep
It's been

hold
A year passes by and Francis the Bruce, visits with his acoustic guitar
The year after that, a colour set; times worthy of B, G and R
Mull

money, that’s just how it is (Sorry)
Oh they wanna be on my good side now?
“Wait, Cam didn’t you sell out?”
Yea I did, the acoustic, but that’s another