Typewriter

I'm not the type To beg for your love On my knees, sayin' please and shit But it's weird to me That you can't see We're meant to me I'm not the type To beg for your love On my knees, sayin' please But it's weird to me That you can't see We're meant to be Yeah, yeah, mm Y'all ain't even act together Truth is, you knew this Never was the one since you met her She love you, but you know I'll love you better I'm getting bored now Let's forward the time Skip to the part where you finally realize You're uh, mine Mine You, you a real one and you know it You a king, real G, baby better own it You just need that one that gon' match ya Understand ya, and relax ya Bring you right back, right back Up when you fall down When no one's around Be there to fix your crown Realest one in the crowd Stay whether rain or shine Baby it's ride or die Crazy, I'm made for ya But I swear I'm not the type I'm not the type To beg for your love On my knees, sayin' please But it's weird to me That you can't see We're meant to be Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh whoa ooh whoa) Okay, I don't know what's gotten in me Like why am I stressin' Like why am I trippin' Like who in your mentions? Is it more than a friendship? Then I see you out here kickin' it Pickin' the pick me And that is what gets me And that is what let's me Know that you out here Really pretendin' like There she go Going through the motions Tryna get noticed Tryna get chosen Ugh, the most (the most) Tryna get posted She be on that hoe shit Baby quit playin' No more gamin' All these hoes lame No need to entertain 'em Ugh, I can't sleep without you Can't eat without you Can't be without you In my mind You're already mine I've decided I'll keep tryin' I'll keep fightin' For you I can't deny I cannot lie Baby it's you that I want in my life Baby it's you But I'm not the type