What a Type

She got that freak in mind
No one can compare to this
She really gets my vibe
No one does it just like this
And I know
She wanted everything
But I'm reserved from love
Nothing gets under my skin
And I don't really need her
But she got my contraband
So she deserves some credit
Guess that I could be a fan
And she know what is up then
Everytime I'm in this town
She calls me after midnight
Just to check if I am down
(A-um)
What a type
Leaves me in the morning
Do me bad in the night
Gad, what a type
(A-um)
What a type
Leaves me in the morning
Do me bad in the night
Gad, what a type (Yeah)
She's amazing
She just gets the way I think
What I need is so inviting
So for me to keep on trying
Make me feel like I'm flying
So whenever she comes closer
Never want it to be over
And then she goes slower (Yeah)
I think I might be overthinking with my projects lately
'Cause all I think about is sex and money
Shit, that's scary
I get distracted by my everyday vocabulary
The way I tell myself what matters isn't at all healthy
And I got caught up
So fucked up
She's my medicine
Got me locked up
And she don't kill the streak
So I won't kill the vibe
You will regret it later
Now that we are way to high
(A-um)
What a type
Leaves me in the morning
Do me bad in the night
Gad, what a type (Yeah)
(A-um)
What a type
Leaves me in the morning
Do me bad in the night
Gad, what a type (Yeah)
Guess I'm all in
With a sad win
Yeah, I'm ballin' but
I'm no average
Being savage
Doing bad shit (I'm)
Going crazy
Being lazy
No time like that
I don't want it
Yet I got it
Simple things ain't right



Credits
Writer(s): Christoffer Myrdal
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