8pm In VA
Baby I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
Turn your back on him
Walk right out the door
And now you in your car
You came to cry right on my porch
What happened to you love
You fell for the wrong one
I gotta give it to ya
We barely know each other
I gotta give it to you, you know how to charm someone
And I done fell for it
Like how you gone get me caught up
I ain't never did a spell but now I'm under one
I was on the fence cause I didn't wanna play at all
Baby I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
And now I'm staying up late thinking, cheesing
Staring at my walls
You got me faded, jaded, anxious
Grinding on my jaw
If he saw you with me
You know we gon' set shit off
I don't fight over no one you got the game fucked up
Now everybody know our business girl you talk too much
It don't make you look no better cuz you been around
So it's over now
One day we'll talk it out
But right now I gotta cut it off
I lost my focus
Told you what it was
Everybody get lil tired of same ol same ol
You did the same shit as me baby
Promise you no better
I stayed in my place
Why couldn't you do the same
It was over for it started told you from the jump that
Baby I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
Turn your back on him
Walk right out the door
And now you in your car
You came to cry right on my porch
What happened to you love
You fell for the wrong one
I gotta give it to ya
We barely know each other
I gotta give it to you, you know how to charm someone
And I done fell for it
Like how you gone get me caught up
I ain't never did a spell but now I'm under one
I was on the fence cause I didn't wanna play at all
Baby I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
And now I'm staying up late thinking, cheesing
Staring at my walls
You got me faded, jaded, anxious
Grinding on my jaw
If he saw you with me
You know we gon' set shit off
I don't fight over no one you got the game fucked up
Now everybody know our business girl you talk too much
It don't make you look no better cuz you been around
So it's over now
One day we'll talk it out
But right now I gotta cut it off
I lost my focus
Told you what it was
Everybody get lil tired of same ol same ol
You did the same shit as me baby
Promise you no better
I stayed in my place
Why couldn't you do the same
It was over for it started told you from the jump that
Baby I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout whatcha saying
You be talking witcha friends
I think you love that messy shit
Honey something's gotta give
Tell me where you from again
Run it off, do what you can
I been thinking bout the end
Why you always crying on the phone
Promise you that these games getting old
Sweetie I'm a different type of man
I don't care bout what you saying
Tired of being positive
I think you love that messy shit
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Wynn
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