"Type Of Guy" lyrics
And every-
And every-
And every day I watch you
And every-
Freeze, what up? (I just can't-)
-and I've gotta say
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I got a boat-load of problem I just went and copped the clutch
Boutta fill it with my stress, let the smoke fill up my lungs
I'm high, speaking in tongues, y'all haters a bunch of punks
Passion in the kicks, basslines, snares, and drums
It's my one, my only, my every form of expression
It keeps away the depression but y'all just know this complexion
Completely ignore my message behind every single record
Ya' hours change from the minutes, and the minutes change from seconds
Another day that I'm blessed with, I can't even complain
So God bless America, music, and Mary Jane
It's the reason I'm sane, the reason I ain't got pain
The reason I'm standing out while y'all busy stay the same
'Till I'm walking with a cane, y'all can catch me in the hustle
I'm the diamond in the rough, the missing piece of the puzzle
I ball, never fumble, rest in piece to my uncle
Don't fuck with princess Fionas, but now I'm fucking Rapunzels
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
Yeah, and that's word to my early days
Talking years ago, to 'when my hair was curly' days
I mean like years ago, to 'when my bros get swirly' days
And I don't plan on changing a bit, 'till the pearly gates
Open up, and somebody [?] welcomes me
Tells me that the hatred I received was out of jealousy
Ironic how I never ate my broccoli and celery
Cause now I'm 'bout my green, guess my momma got the best of me
Yeah, but that's only just a plus
I still put my calloused feet up in my chucks
And took a path to success that just ain't [?]
Some say that that boy got talent but some say that it's just luck-
-y the way whatever you say I just don't give a fuck
I'm 'bout this rapping but I'm still 'bout my bucks
I'm cold, I'm cold, these bitches hot as fuck
I'm the sole reason these pretty bitches wearing Uggs
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true-
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true-
And every day I watch you
I just can't do without you
You're so doggone pretty
I got to have you and I've gotta say
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true
And every-
And every day I watch you
And every-
Freeze, what up? (I just can't-)
-and I've gotta say
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I got a boat-load of problem I just went and copped the clutch
Boutta fill it with my stress, let the smoke fill up my lungs
I'm high, speaking in tongues, y'all haters a bunch of punks
Passion in the kicks, basslines, snares, and drums
It's my one, my only, my every form of expression
It keeps away the depression but y'all just know this complexion
Completely ignore my message behind every single record
Ya' hours change from the minutes, and the minutes change from seconds
Another day that I'm blessed with, I can't even complain
So God bless America, music, and Mary Jane
It's the reason I'm sane, the reason I ain't got pain
The reason I'm standing out while y'all busy stay the same
'Till I'm walking with a cane, y'all can catch me in the hustle
I'm the diamond in the rough, the missing piece of the puzzle
I ball, never fumble, rest in piece to my uncle
Don't fuck with princess Fionas, but now I'm fucking Rapunzels
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
Yeah, and that's word to my early days
Talking years ago, to 'when my hair was curly' days
I mean like years ago, to 'when my bros get swirly' days
And I don't plan on changing a bit, 'till the pearly gates
Open up, and somebody [?] welcomes me
Tells me that the hatred I received was out of jealousy
Ironic how I never ate my broccoli and celery
Cause now I'm 'bout my green, guess my momma got the best of me
Yeah, but that's only just a plus
I still put my calloused feet up in my chucks
And took a path to success that just ain't [?]
Some say that that boy got talent but some say that it's just luck-
-y the way whatever you say I just don't give a fuck
I'm 'bout this rapping but I'm still 'bout my bucks
I'm cold, I'm cold, these bitches hot as fuck
I'm the sole reason these pretty bitches wearing Uggs
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
I'm the type, I'm the type of guy
That'd just smoke and just get high
You stressing out while I just get by
Something tells me that ain't right
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true-
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true-
And every day I watch you
I just can't do without you
You're so doggone pretty
I got to have you and I've gotta say
Somebody loves you, girl
This I swear is true
