You're The Type

Lyrics

Song Title: You're The Type
By BeBe Nyte

[Intro]
You ever meet someone so lost in ego,
they think everyone else gotta play small for them to feel tall?
Yeah... you're that type.
[Verse 1]
You’re the type to act like a king
But ain't got dollars, ain't got a thing
Still expect queens to bow and sing
While you’re scheming up dreams with no real ring
You envy men who hustle and win
But won’t clock in or grind within
Looking for cheats like life’s a game
But never hold your own shame
[Pre-Chorus]
Feedin’ lies to hopeful hearts,
Selling dreams from shopping carts
Talkin’ slick, but broke in pride
Can’t afford love, so you gaslight
[Chorus]
You’re the type
To play the victim when you break the rules
Drive her car, then act brand new
Call her names, say “she a fool”
But you ain’t even built for truth (yeah)
You're the type
To burn the bridge and cry for shade
Tryna sue love when hearts parade
But karma saw the mess you made
You’re the type, yeah… you're the type
[Verse 2]
You’re the type to clean a joint account
Then flex for likes, like look at me now
Say you a king with a plastic crown
But build your throne from someone else’s ground
You start a fight just to sneak away
Blame her mood while you betray
Got a side chick, a baby too
Now tryna sue ‘cause life hit you
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Needing love you don’t deserve,
Still think adoration’s earned
A grown boy in grown man clothes,
Shaming women when you feel exposed
[Chorus]
You’re the type
To play the victim when you break the rules
Drive her car, then act brand new
Call her names, say “she a fool”
But you ain’t even built for truth
You're the type
To burn the bridge and cry for shade
Tryna sue love when hearts parade
But karma saw the mess you made
You’re the type, yeah… you're the type
[Bridge]
Maybe if you learned to listen
Maybe if you gave what you were missin’
You wouldn't be stuck in spite
Karma wouldn’t own your nights
Lashin’ out ‘cause you lost your light
But we see you beneath the hype
[Breakdown]
Cry in your pillow, blame the world
Call it loyalty when you hurt a girl
Say you the prize, but real ones know
You're the lesson we had to outgrow
[Final Chorus]
You're the type
To preach about love with empty hands
To build up lies like it’s a brand
To break what you don’t understand
But still expect a wedding band
You're the type
To tear down what you can’t create
To curse the ones who won’t relate
But baby, this ain’t up for debate
You’re the type, yeah... you're that type
[Outro]
And the sad thing is…
You don’t even know it.
But we do