Lyrics
Oh
Baby I'm the type
She know I'm the type
I'm the type that maybe love you better
Maybe fuck you better
Don't come in here with that attitude
no need for stormy weather
And then you threaten to leave
Well baby here goes your letter
I just want you to see that I can do better
Uh huh uh huh
It's too late
It's too late
Good luck tryna replace me
Oh
Sometimes I wish we could fix things but it's over now
Damn I don't get it
We both told each other
That we were gonna stay committed
You always wanna fuss and fight
Girl you always tripping
Wanna create lies
But I don't fit the description
So tell'em to mind their business
Quit acting like you're suspicious
You clearly made yo decision
You hit my heart with precision
Lied to yourself if you believe that's how you a treat a nigga
Watch these double figures rise
Watch yo bitches greet a nigga
Recreational drugs
Sometimes it leave me numb to love
Cause you selfish as fuck
Gotta keep it a buck
But it's ok
You'll see the vision one day
Maybe on your birthday
I'm the type that maybe love you better
Maybe fuck you better
Don't come in here with that attitude
no need for stormy weather
And then you threaten to leave
Well baby here goes your letter
I just want you to see that I can do better
Uh huh uh huh
It's too late
It's too late
Good luck tryna replace me
Oh
Sometimes I wish we could fix things but it's over now
( it's over now )
( creation )
( we share )
( we share )
( we posed' to spend to )
( we posed' to spend together forever )
( well I'm the type to maybe love you better, love you better )
( don't come in with no attitude no stormy weather babe )
( no stormy weather babe )
( we seen them sunny days )
( yea )
WRITERS
Robin Finck, W. Axl Rose
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
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