My Type
My type ain't the bad bitches on the football sidelines
Or the good girls cheering by the 50-yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl, my type is you, and I want you to be my dime
No one in the world quite like you and that's a fact
When you hear this shit you look weird when you react
Cuz you think it ain't true get a clue and a mirror
Is it lookin foggy? Here's a wipe make it clearer
I don't over-fantasize about me and you
I romanticize the thought of 1 plus 1 is two
Late last night by the light on the avenue
Musta been good 'cause it's still in my field of view
What's the point of love?
I don't know not yet
I mean hopefully we get to there without breaking a sweat
Lets slow up
Hey what's the hold up
Oh I know I think it's time to switch the flow up
Don't give me puppy eyes
Girl they traumatize
I don't scrutinize reminds me of the dog we euthanized
It kills me inside
Sometimes outside
Like some unwise people that that turn up capsized
'Cause they drowning in a river
Not a quitter but a winner
I could get you a nice dinner
But I'm not a money spender
And I'm not a new beginner
And I'll always be a sinner
And I know that when I'm in her
So just take me to the river
Going to the club tryna bump get some grub
Asking everyone around me if they wanna go ball up
If the cops pull up give them ticket stubs to my show
'Cause everyone wanna hear this shit everyone hit the floor
And I'm back (And I'm back)
And you gon' have a heart attack
If you wanna come right at me Im'a throw you off the raft
Makin hundreds (Makin hunnids)
Man it's like like a pancake stack
I see the crowds in my future and holy shit the seats are packed
Yeah I'm on top of my game with you in my life
I don't want no one else to maybe end up as my wife
Just don't screw me over if you do I'll un-screw you
I'll pull you out the fuckin wood and step on you like doodoo
My type ain't the bad bitches on the football sidelines
Or the good girls cheering by the 50 yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl my type is you and I want you to be my dime
Ain't the bad bitches wearing a designer line
Or the good girls that never ever get a fine
'Cause they never spend a dime on some shit they don't need, yeah
Girl my type is you and I want you to be with me
It's a world out there that we don't know about
Hopefully you and I can see it before we wiped out
Feels like my whole life been on a roundabout
Only now does it feel like I have no doubt
Even if it ain't with you which would suck by the way
I know what I gotta do nah I won't be shied away
I won't fly away not today or the day after
This is my story and I'm starting a new chapter
If this song ain't enough to prove my love
Then girl ain't nothin I can do
Keep listening don't let me off the cuff
Stay tuned for a few part two
My type ain't the bad bitches on the football sidelines
Or the good girls cheering by the 50 yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl my type is you and I want you to be mine
Or the good girls cheering by the 50-yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl, my type is you, and I want you to be my dime
No one in the world quite like you and that's a fact
When you hear this shit you look weird when you react
Cuz you think it ain't true get a clue and a mirror
Is it lookin foggy? Here's a wipe make it clearer
I don't over-fantasize about me and you
I romanticize the thought of 1 plus 1 is two
Late last night by the light on the avenue
Musta been good 'cause it's still in my field of view
What's the point of love?
I don't know not yet
I mean hopefully we get to there without breaking a sweat
Lets slow up
Hey what's the hold up
Oh I know I think it's time to switch the flow up
Don't give me puppy eyes
Girl they traumatize
I don't scrutinize reminds me of the dog we euthanized
It kills me inside
Sometimes outside
Like some unwise people that that turn up capsized
'Cause they drowning in a river
Not a quitter but a winner
I could get you a nice dinner
But I'm not a money spender
And I'm not a new beginner
And I'll always be a sinner
And I know that when I'm in her
So just take me to the river
Going to the club tryna bump get some grub
Asking everyone around me if they wanna go ball up
If the cops pull up give them ticket stubs to my show
'Cause everyone wanna hear this shit everyone hit the floor
And I'm back (And I'm back)
And you gon' have a heart attack
If you wanna come right at me Im'a throw you off the raft
Makin hundreds (Makin hunnids)
Man it's like like a pancake stack
I see the crowds in my future and holy shit the seats are packed
Yeah I'm on top of my game with you in my life
I don't want no one else to maybe end up as my wife
Just don't screw me over if you do I'll un-screw you
I'll pull you out the fuckin wood and step on you like doodoo
My type ain't the bad bitches on the football sidelines
Or the good girls cheering by the 50 yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl my type is you and I want you to be my dime
Ain't the bad bitches wearing a designer line
Or the good girls that never ever get a fine
'Cause they never spend a dime on some shit they don't need, yeah
Girl my type is you and I want you to be with me
It's a world out there that we don't know about
Hopefully you and I can see it before we wiped out
Feels like my whole life been on a roundabout
Only now does it feel like I have no doubt
Even if it ain't with you which would suck by the way
I know what I gotta do nah I won't be shied away
I won't fly away not today or the day after
This is my story and I'm starting a new chapter
If this song ain't enough to prove my love
Then girl ain't nothin I can do
Keep listening don't let me off the cuff
Stay tuned for a few part two
My type ain't the bad bitches on the football sidelines
Or the good girls cheering by the 50 yard line
Ain't my friend's moms getting drunk on red wine
Girl my type is you and I want you to be mine
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Demirsar, Wyatt Grubbs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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