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Gaston Pong
Gaston Pong
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaston Pong
Gaston Pong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gaston Pong
Gaston Pong
Producer

Tekst Utworu

(A creep, creep, I'm a creep)
You know I'm the creep, yeah
(A creep, creep, I'm a creep)
Oh, woa
(GP ON THE BEAT)
Feels like I'm digging out a grave
For our love to lay
Who's splitting my heart into two
Fuck Tom and Jerry, stop the chase
You're made like a maze
But It's time for us to face the truth
(Red-red-red)
Red riding hood, acting shady
Wolf with a sheep's skin
Got me begging for mercy
When you cut me open with no tool
Baby, I'm out, I'm out
Cuz I've been lyin' too
Got a premonition
I'd be locked up in jail
If obsession is a crime
Prayin' for salvation
Devil's right in my mind
Eating me, eating alive
Baby I'm creep
A creep, creep, I'm a creep
Dive in you, so deep, deep, I'm trippin'
I don't sleep, don't sleep, sleep, I'm a creep
You ain't wanna know, what I'mma do to you
Baby I'm creep
A creep, creep, I'm a creep
Dive in you, so deep, deep, I'm trippin'
I don't sleep, don't sleep, sleep, I'm a creep
You ain't wanna know, what I'mma do to you
왜 그렇게, My worst day
Heartbreak on my birthday
Baby you ain't no saint
All night long with him, doing champagne
(Baby I ain't honest too)
I made a fake profile and I matched with you
Tell me what's happening?
I'm so done with the shadows
Web of lies, its so tangled
절벽 끝에서 tango
Baby tell the truth, now, now or never
I'm so trapped in love, you're so drunk in love
Oh poor thing, who's running back to me?
Got a premonition
I'd be locked up in jail
If obsession is a crime (Woa, woa)
Prayin' for salvation
Devil's right in my mind
Eating me, eating alive
Baby I'm creep
A creep, creep, I'm a creep
Dive in you, so deep, deep, I'm trippin'
I don't sleep, don't sleep, sleep, I'm a creep
You ain't wanna know, what I'mma do to you
Baby I'm creep
A creep, creep, I'm a creep
Dive in you, so deep, deep, I'm trippin'
I don't sleep, don't sleep, sleep, I'm a creep
You ain't wanna know, what I'mma do to you
Too late, no apologies
Broken hearted, we're both felonies
Lovers turn into enemies
You win, I lose, you're my Margot Robbie
Seoul, Singapore, Abu Dhabi
Chasing you but you're running from me
Call me a freak, call me a dick
But I always love ya, I'm your creep
Written by: Gaston Pong
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