(the bench)
Chains on my neck still slide
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
I'll fall for a bitch in a skirt
Don't trust my mother though
How that shit work
Only trust my brother
Nigga went through hell first
Got rid of my stutter
I got rid of my curse
Chains on my neck still slide
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
12:22 at night
Double text at just the right time
Shawty bad, she worth all my time
She gone break my heart and ill end up crying
I'll be surprised if I do
Ain't cry in a while that's true
Not cause I'm tough
I really can't
I still fear
My stepmother's hands
But enough about me
What have you been through
Wanna know the inside and the outs of you
Sitting on the bench taking one last pull
Babe, you know I can't never un-like you
Chains on my neck still slide
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
I'll fall for a bitch in a skirt
Don't trust my mother though
How that shit work
Only trust my brother
Nigga went through hell first
Got rid of my stutter
I got rid of my curse
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
I'll fall for a bitch in a skirt
Don't trust my mother though
How that shit work
Only trust my brother
Nigga went through hell first
Got rid of my stutter
I got rid of my curse
Chains on my neck still slide
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
12:22 at night
Double text at just the right time
Shawty bad, she worth all my time
She gone break my heart and ill end up crying
I'll be surprised if I do
Ain't cry in a while that's true
Not cause I'm tough
I really can't
I still fear
My stepmother's hands
But enough about me
What have you been through
Wanna know the inside and the outs of you
Sitting on the bench taking one last pull
Babe, you know I can't never un-like you
Chains on my neck still slide
Smoke in my lungs all night
Really wish I wasn't your type
Cus you're really the type I like
I'll fall for a bitch in a skirt
Don't trust my mother though
How that shit work
Only trust my brother
Nigga went through hell first
Got rid of my stutter
I got rid of my curse
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Myrthil
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