Types
Jackson Courtnall, Noah Levine
Try to change my mind
Wanna make things right
Losing sleep at night
From your lies oh
No surprise tho
Catching feels hold tight
Burning love is blind
Holding hands I sigh
Should said no, shoulda said no
It’s the same damn type of love
The type that fucked me up
I said I’ve had enough
So what
It’s the same damn type of love
The type that fucked me up
I said I’ve had enough
No luck
Never think bout us
Don’t need rings I bust down
What this thing called trust
You have lost your lust now
Tryna see me, but I’ll never be around
Wheels lift off the ground
Fuckin with models now
It’s the same damn type of love
The type that fucked me up
I said I’ve had enough
So what
It’s the same damn type of love
The type that fucked me up
I said I’ve had enough
No luck