Justa creepin' 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. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

To molasses My, my, my, my molasses You can call I thought the party started quarter to nine Like sugar canes my face was melting My, my, my, my molasses, ooh I think I'd like to shift this weight off my chest Soon as I figure out my right from my left