brb. – My Type


Don’t let nobody say you’re psycho

Even when you’re on the tightrope

They don’t know that it’s the pain from something else

What a shame they couldn’t pain it on themselves

 

Take a second on me

It’s a habit when it’s cold

When you get up in the middle on the night

Feel like you’re losing control

You know we’re never gon’ be like

 

But you feel right

I can’t define it for you

You get my vibe

Like no one else before you

 

Yeah you feel right

There just something about you

You’re my type

You’re my, you’re my

 

Don’t you think I noticed that

You’ve been keeping that distance yeah

You know I don’t mind if you’re candid

With you I feel I am blinded

 

We go dumb de de dumb dumb

Feel so faded now

We’ve been down de de down down

And now I’m walking on a tightrope waiting for a

 

But it’s a habit when it’s old

When you get up in the middle of the night

Feel like you’re losing control

You know we’re never gon’ be like

 

But you feel right

I can’t define it for you

You get my vibe

Like no one else before you

 

Yeah you feel right

There just something about you

You’re my type

You’re my, you’re my

 

But you feel right

I can’t define it for you

You get my vibe

Like no one else before you

 

Yeah you feel right

There just something about you

You’re my type

You’re my, you’re my


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