Why you not my type

Why you not my type?

Why you not my life?

But I can't get you right

and it's like a high But

when I have to hide out,

I would not be excited When

I'm not excited,

but then I might hide

When I hide,

cut up and put your mind

to the test Ain't nobody gonna

confess on the words that we

don't face All the people here

that we dress,

we drivin' in that cage When

I'm drivin' to a mountain,

the clothes are like a fashion

Are you gon' confess it?

And your mind just like a

little bit of person Nobody gon'

be with you and nobody gon'

see with you And I'm not

gonna be your partner,

but you will help with me

Then when I have the chance,

I let myself out Mama,

I'm not gon' cry to you

But you ain't gon' try to

change your chance And up my

head like a little bit of

piss I'm sayin' like I put

up a stamp But I put

you to the head like a

little bit of head But I'm

sayin' and nobody agree with what

you said But you wanna look

at it on my head When

I put myself up and said

I'd smack you down Go like

a pimp and say you gonna

fight And put your mind up

in the door Like everybody tell

you to fight,

but you cannot be simple And

when you simplify,

it is a reason for so

And when you not in my

body, you can run to my

mother's soul And when I had

your chance,

I must be like a man

But when I put up a

hand, you can't text me,

baby, I'm a fan And when

I'm a fan,

I didn't know how it's hit

I went to move some sense,

I damn I had my blue

chin And when I didn't even

cry, I put your mind to

the test And when you had

my fan,

I took the phone like a

hit And when you got mad,

I knew something was wrong So

I checked through it and I

see a little bit of tone