Tekst Utworu

You're a creep! You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep You can't stop thinking about my baby What once was yours in the world is changing God I hope you get your thinking right GPS on the underside Told her, "everything will be just fine" DAMN, I can't believe these guys You're a creep! You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep What's up? 'I'm ok' Not much? 'I'm fine' You good? 'I'm good What's on your mind?' You see I got a little problem with how you handle things You know this women requires special handling And if you wanna get some answers we can handle things I'm just not with all the creepiness the cameras bring So what's up? 'Not much' You good? 'I'm fine' Aight then quit looking behind cuz you're a creep! You're a creep! You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep A wizard spilt the tea to me when we were at a wavy place Think you need to have a sit down while the bench awaits I know that you might think that she's the one that got away Put a tracker in her whip just to watch her pump the brakes And if you wanted all the tea, well I don't have much to say But lying cheating playing games is everything you calculate You should heard the things they all say behind closed doors The ones you used to feel the love from, you won't feel it no more You're a creep! You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep You can't stop thinking about her You're a creep
Writer(s): Brighton Reinhardt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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