"I Was The Type" lyrics

Why the fuck is it always the good guys coming in last place? Like, man I don't understand
All the thoughts, all the lies you was feeding me, telling me, like, get to banging my head like a beat
And I know I'm a boy so I know I can't speak how I feel, gotta keep it inside like a man
All the lies getting stuck in my head, really wish it was you in the end, but now I just can't
You let 'em feel what's inside of you, like never lied to you, like, but there's no coming back
I know you feel guilty inside that you lost a real nigga, right or wrong always having your back
People fuck up but you know that it wasn't a fuckup, like word to bro you did bad
I was trying and trying, ignoring the past 'cause I wanted to love and adore you so bad
How the fuck would you fuck him and not feel the guilt in your heart? Word to bro that shit hurtin' me bad
But it's aight niggas needed a L, started getting to comfy, I got in my bag
And it's multiple niggas that hit up your phone, but they just wanna ball, they not fucking with me
I could step out, Amiri the jeans and I'll make it look clean, Bussdown Cartier, white tee
I got a bond with the family, I'm hoping that you really hear me
I was the type to pull up with the flowers and shit, never cared to take off the panties
I had a vision to you that I thought was somebody else with me, I can't say it clearly
I was the one that had to go to the moon and come back for you just to go tell you you're pretty
I was the one pulling up in the Nels' and a black truck just to go look at the city
I was the one that was ready to risk everything for your love, but it's not for the pity