Criminal Lyrics by Jessie Murph (from “Scream 7” soundtrack)
Backstreet blowing ***, bumping 808s and soul
Gold chain swanging on my baby, where we going I don’t know
Deep deep summer Alabama, heat is dripping on the floor
Bag, bag, bags of money, we can go wherever we wanna go
Louisiana on a whim
New Orleans ***
I get you in trouble
Boy I’m final level sin
And you ain’t innocent
Hell I ain’t innocent
*** it, if the record show
Let everybody know
Ohh, I’m up to something
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something criminal
Criminal, criminal, yeah we up to something
Low ride in the city with a boy that’s got something to hide
Sin, sin, sin so pretty he don’t know, but damnit, so do I
The way he look, look, looking at me makes me want to lay down and die
Ain’t the time, ain’t the type, I like the boy, but damn I love the way he lies
Louisiana on a whim
New Orleans ***
I get you in trouble
Boy I’m final level sin
And you ain’t innocent
Hell I ain’t innocent
*** it, if the record show
Let everybody know
Ohh, I’m up to something
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something criminal
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something criminal
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something
Ohh, we up to something criminal
Criminal, criminal, yeah we up to something
Criminal, criminal, yeah we up to something
Criminal, criminal, yeah we up to something
Criminal
