Beloved why you fronting
I know I push your buttons
Texting you parables in paragraph form
I formulate what you Similac and proceed to send it
Every sentence submitted
Don't take my words and twist it
Baby boy I ain't ya' average Yvette
I grab a toy to fill the void before I let you disrespect my vibe
But maybe I was wrong to hold you down
You let me drown without water around
Dummy I was deserted
Until I found Mr.Perfect
To crown me Queen
And push me on a puppy love swing
From an oak tree
I hope we
Don't snap another branch from all the barking
But every autumn
We free-falling for other options
Collapsing
Relapsing
Perhaps we're lacking the proper passion
To reimagine a healthy way to manage the damage
Good luck with all the baggage
You left my heart in fragments
Now I regret that you ever gave me your mathematics
I know it's been a hard drive
Since we locked I's/eyes
It's been a long time
Since we F5
To reset our system
From the beginning
Ever since we entered
Something has shifted
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
I'm cognizant the arguments I prompted
Put a couple commas right in between
The well intended commitment
Of our beautiful sentence
Like my grammar wasn't grand enough to reestablish trust, but
That only caused cursors to draw curse words
For emphasis, sending sentiments to push buttons, but
Keyboard wars
Didn't divide our conquer
Even when honor wasn't important
You supported
My maturation when affirmation
Lacked like
Backspace
Delete
Revise
Repeat
Align left, my life's right
When I justified you as the wife type
Word
Document our outlook so we can excel
Whenever I seek to surf your safari until
Interwebs untangle
Where we used to dangle in the cache
And grab cookies to snack
Undoing 6 packs with a 6 pack
So I pray to God that this belly fat
Is still your type
Orlando Watson - TYPE (feat. Diem & Billie Mitchell) Lyrics
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Beloved why you fronting
I know I push your buttons
Texting you parables in paragraph form
I formulate what you Similac and proceed to send it
Every sentence submitted
Don't take my words and twist it
Baby boy I ain't ya' average Yvette
I grab a toy to fill the void before I let you disrespect my vibe
But maybe I was wrong to hold you down
You let me drown without water around
Dummy I was deserted
Until I found Mr.Perfect
To crown me Queen
And push me on a puppy love swing
From an oak tree
I hope we
Don't snap another branch from all the barking
But every autumn
We free-falling for other options
Collapsing
Relapsing
Perhaps we're lacking the proper passion
To reimagine a healthy way to manage the damage
Good luck with all the baggage
You left my heart in fragments
Now I regret that you ever gave me your mathematics
I know it's been a hard drive
Since we locked I's/eyes
It's been a long time
Since we F5
To reset our system
From the beginning
Ever since we entered
Something has shifted
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
I'm cognizant the arguments I prompted
Put a couple commas right in between
The well intended commitment
Of our beautiful sentence
Like my grammar wasn't grand enough to reestablish trust, but
That only caused cursors to draw curse words
For emphasis, sending sentiments to push buttons, but
Keyboard wars
Didn't divide our conquer
Even when honor wasn't important
You supported
My maturation when affirmation
Lacked like
Backspace
Delete
Revise
Repeat
Align left, my life's right
When I justified you as the wife type
Word
Document our outlook so we can excel
Whenever I seek to surf your safari until
Interwebs untangle
Where we used to dangle in the cache
And grab cookies to snack
Undoing 6 packs with a 6 pack
So I pray to God that this belly fat
Is still your type
I know I push your buttons
Texting you parables in paragraph form
I formulate what you Similac and proceed to send it
Every sentence submitted
Don't take my words and twist it
Baby boy I ain't ya' average Yvette
I grab a toy to fill the void before I let you disrespect my vibe
But maybe I was wrong to hold you down
You let me drown without water around
Dummy I was deserted
Until I found Mr.Perfect
To crown me Queen
And push me on a puppy love swing
From an oak tree
I hope we
Don't snap another branch from all the barking
But every autumn
We free-falling for other options
Collapsing
Relapsing
Perhaps we're lacking the proper passion
To reimagine a healthy way to manage the damage
Good luck with all the baggage
You left my heart in fragments
Now I regret that you ever gave me your mathematics
I know it's been a hard drive
Since we locked I's/eyes
It's been a long time
Since we F5
To reset our system
From the beginning
Ever since we entered
Something has shifted
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
Is it too late to escape
I'm cognizant the arguments I prompted
Put a couple commas right in between
The well intended commitment
Of our beautiful sentence
Like my grammar wasn't grand enough to reestablish trust, but
That only caused cursors to draw curse words
For emphasis, sending sentiments to push buttons, but
Keyboard wars
Didn't divide our conquer
Even when honor wasn't important
You supported
My maturation when affirmation
Lacked like
Backspace
Delete
Revise
Repeat
Align left, my life's right
When I justified you as the wife type
Word
Document our outlook so we can excel
Whenever I seek to surf your safari until
Interwebs untangle
Where we used to dangle in the cache
And grab cookies to snack
Undoing 6 packs with a 6 pack
So I pray to God that this belly fat
Is still your type
Writer: A. Watson, Adrian Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave