8pm In VA Lyrics

Baby I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout whatcha saying

You be talking witcha friends

I think you love that messy shit

Honey something's gotta give

Tell me where you from again

Run it off, do what you can

I been thinking bout the end

Why you always crying on the phone

Promise you that these games getting old

Sweetie I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout what you saying

Tired of being positive

I think you love that messy shit

Turn your back on him

Walk right out the door

And now you in your car

You came to cry right on my porch

What happened to you love

You fell for the wrong one

I gotta give it to ya

We barely know each other

I gotta give it to you, you know how to charm someone

And I done fell for it

Like how you gone get me caught up

I ain't never did a spell but now I'm under one

I was on the fence cause I didn't wanna play at all

Baby I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout whatcha saying

You be talking witcha friends

I think you love that messy shit

Honey something's gotta give

Tell me where you from again

Run it off, do what you can

I been thinking bout the end

Why you always crying on the phone

Promise you that these games getting old

Sweetie I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout what you saying

Tired of being positive

I think you love that messy shit

And now I'm staying up late thinking, cheesing

Staring at my walls

You got me faded, jaded, anxious

Grinding on my jaw

If he saw you with me

You know we gon' set shit off

I don't fight over no one you got the game fucked up

Now everybody know our business girl you talk too much

It don't make you look no better cuz you been around

So it's over now

One day we'll talk it out

But right now I gotta cut it off

I lost my focus

Told you what it was

Everybody get lil tired of same ol same ol

You did the same shit as me baby

Promise you no better

I stayed in my place

Why couldn't you do the same

It was over for it started told you from the jump that

Baby I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout whatcha saying

You be talking witcha friends

I think you love that messy shit

Honey something's gotta give

Tell me where you from again

Run it off, do what you can

I been thinking bout the end

Why you always crying on the phone

Promise you that these games getting old

Sweetie I'm a different type of man

I don't care bout what you saying

Tired of being positive

I think you love that messy shit