What Typa Love

Mama things ain't right, pickin fights every night

You ask yourself why

You're too stuck in your mind, you don't listen, can't see things from another point of vision

I'm done wasting my time, tryna fix a relationship that's so damn broken, you don't even try

You just lie to yourself, blame it on everybody else, no the meds won't help if you won't even help yourself

What type of love is that

That type of love is wack

What type of love is that

That type of love is wack