Creepin' on You

Yeah
Yeah
Look

In Dubai with jet lag
I'm dead in bed
Girls in my iPhone
Girls in my head
Blue ticks on her phone
Left my ass on read
Girl I don't mean
All the shit I said

And it's all on me
Blue lights in my Honda
All LED
Foreign girl with an accent
She pronounce it LED
She said she'd die for it
I pronounce it dead

Used to be a C student
Now I'm whippin in a S Class
Skinny jeans I hate cash
Fuck budgets I hate math
Why can't you be real with me?
I see through you like clean glass
Had a good girl last year she gone now I hate that

Used to be the one
Had you shining like the sun
Now you working all the time
You can't even see the sun

Mixing

My little brother my security
Big Boi right in front of me
10 bands on Gucci
10 bands on charity
God Bless the enemy
I need good energy
I don't run from pain
I run with it like agility, yeah

You say I'm the one
I say baby that's the truth
Maybe it's Maybelline
Or baby it's maybe you?

I'm a good boy but I got bad habits
I'll be real with you
I like creepin on you
Creepin on you
Yeah, I like creepin on you

Creepin on you
Watching you move
Yeah
Creepin on you
Creepin on you
Creepin on you
Do what you do
Got my eyes all on you
I'm too different I can't do what you do



Credits
Writer(s): Mustafa
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