my type

Don’t let nobody say you psycho
Even when you’re on tightrope
They don’t know that it’s the pain for something else
What a shame they couldn’t paint it on themselves,
Take a second on me.

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 it gon be like

Yeah you feel right
I can’t define it for ya.
You get my vibe
Like no one else before ya
Yeah you feel right
There’s just something about ya
You’re my type, you’re my... you’re my

Don’t you think i notice that
You’ve been keepin that distance yeah
You know i don’t mind if you’re candid,
With you i feel like I am blinded yea

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 tightrope waiting for ya.

It’s a habit when it’s old (Oh)
When you get up in the middle of the night. (Middle of the night)
Feel like you’re losing control,
You know it gon be like

Yeah you feel right (You feel right)
I can’t define it for ya. (No i can’t define you)
You get my vibe ( ahh yea)
Like no one else before ya
Yeah you feel right (You feel right)
There’s just something about ya
You’re my type, you’re my... you’re my
You’re my type, you’re my, you’re my