Fall For Your Type
Uh, she think like a man, but act like a lady
She got her own apartment, and she drives a Mercedes
The type of shit that make me wanna get together
But I know I ain’t shit, and she got her shit together
See the person that I am, in the mirror
Is not the same person that I am, when you here
And they say if she can’t accept you, then you need to let her go
They say anything that you truly want, is worth fighting for
But the more you fight, you lose sight of what you fighting for
The fight begins to get old, and now I’m just losing faith
And I got so much build up that I can’t even communicate
Now we not talking, ’cause she just think I’m full of shit
And now I’m easily irritated off little shit
I always fall for your type and I just don’t understand
But I just don’t wanna see the day you got another man
I’ll be damned… Uh