creepin’ sped up

Creepin by The weeknd, 21 savage and metro boomin! - The link for the official video: - The link for the real song: - The link for the photo i used: LYRICS Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Just can’t believe this, man) (Metro Boomin want some more, n) Somebody said they saw you The person you were kissing wasn’t me And I would never ask you I just kept it to myself I don’t wanna know If you’re playin’ me, keep it on the low ’Cause my heart can’t take it anymore And if you’re creepin’, please, don’t let it show Oh, baby, I don’t wanna know Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, yeah I think about it when I hold you When lookin’ in your eyes, I can’t believe And I don’t need to know the truth Baby, keep it to yourself I don’t wanna know If you’re playin’ me, keep it on the low ’Cause my heart can’t take it anymore And if you’re creepin’, please, don’t let it show Oh, baby, I don’t wanna know Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me) Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep) Did you show him all those things, that you used to do to me? If you’re better off that way (Better off that way) There ain’t more that I can say (More that I can say) Just go on and do your thing and don’t come back to me Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Woah, woah, woah, 21 Had me crushin’, I was cuffin’ like the precinct How you go from housewife to a sneaky link? Got you riding ’round in all type of Benzes and Rovers Girl, you used to ride in the rinky dink I’m the one put you in Eliantte (On God) Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (On God) You was rockin’ Coach bags, got you Chane’-ne’ Side b in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21) I got a girl but I still feel alone (On God) If you playin’ me that mean my home ain’t home (On God) Havin’ nightmares of goin’ through your phone (21) Can’t even record, you got me out my zone I don’t wanna know If you’re playin’ me, keep it on the low ’Cause my heart can’t take it anymore And if you’re creepin’, please, don’t let it show Oh, baby, I don’t wanna know If you’re playin’ me, keep it on the low ’Cause my heart can’t take it anymore And if you’re creepin’, please, don’t let it show Oh, baby, I don’t wanna know If you creepin’, just don’t let me find out (On God) Get a hotel, never bring ’em to the house (On God) If you’re better off that way Baby, all that I can say If you’re gonna do your thing then don’t come back to me