Whiskey do my talkin' Here's to you my hundred proof friend I'm not some come on strong romeo cowboy No I'm not that type Without a little help I probably have two left feet But you're not gonna let that happen tonight

And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know She the type to seek love and make it

Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind That used to be mine But it’s not that simple When we first met I was just a sophomore

Not the reason for your pain You say that I’m not the reason The reason for you to stay Sometimes you got to believe it Believe I’m not causing shame Not the one who should be blamed Not the type to play these games Never thought I'd hear you say I’d be

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

I'm back, did anyone miss me? They said a second record could be tricky Well that's kind of funny 'cause I am not tripping My fans, they know what it is and they with me Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi I came from a town with three

That used to be mine Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind And I smiled, yes I smiled But underneath are memories

I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Here's a