Fried - Cream Lyrics

Cream
You know the feeling when you shoplift
You know the feeling when you lie
You think that you can get away
You think you're sly
Something's coming your way

A throbbing in my chest
A feeling of distress
A feeling of a stress
They suck at playing chess

Now on the run you turn at every corner
Hoping and praying the coppers lost your tracks
You find the nerve to check the goods you've stolen
Pockets are empty, you left them way behind

Flying through the streets
A flop being discreet
A dog started to scream
It isn't what it seems

Dropping all the cream
Dropping all the cream
Dropping all the cream
I dropped all the cream