Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You

5-1-5-0, somebody call the po-po I’m goin’ crazy, thinkin’ ‘bout you baby 5-1-5-0, just this side of loco I’m goin’ crazy, think I love you baby Ever since I met you girl, you been on my brain I can’t think of nothing else but you all night and day It’s

You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Just drag me 'cross your log I'm a cross cut saw, I'm a cross cut saw You know, I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy for you Some call me wood-choppin' Sam Some call me wood-cuttin' Ben

I know you want this for life But I can't have no wife Taking pictures with all my ice I just want you for the night Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice You

I'm comin' home to you Oh girl, it seems the whole wide world seems to say Hotels that all look the same Just seem to drive me insane But I can't get away Until I receive a call that tells me that will be all And then I hop a plane It's true, I'm not

I've been living in my anxiety Face flushed down this train again Somebody, call a doctor, better call the doctor Chasing problems in my head Everybody says that I'm losing my shit I should calm down, but you know I can't quit Yeah, yeah, yeah I woke up

When I see your light shine, I know I'm home We're going home If we make it or we don't, we won't be alone If you're waiting all your life, you won't ever go When I see your light shine I can't see you But I hear your call Baby, hold on now Wanna run

It's the nature of the beast You can hear the thunder long before the storm But you can't hear the lion when he stalks his prey He's moving like a shadow, creeping up on you And like a siren's call he's gonna have his way You'd better run, forget your

Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga How'd you get the name Kodak Black? You know what I'm

You gon' get my hopes high, girl On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us If I called, would you pick it up? On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what? Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh) And I