That Type - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Jon Barnea]

Girl, why you tryna show off when I see you out

You're the type of girl who wants to fuck but won't hang out

I know you see my snaps, why can't you just hit me back

Seductive and teasin' I guess that's where your head is at

'Cause I sacrificed everything that you wanted from me

Time and money, how you gonna push that shit back on me, baby

Girl, never thought you'd play me when you grabbed me by my belt

Saturday I called you and I told you how I felt

Tears came to my eyes when I began to realize

The way that I had opened up to you

The only thing that I knew, I knew

Never let me in or gave me something I could feel

Was this even true or was it for my love to steal

I think of you like family but your shoulder is so cold

The story's never ending but you act like it's been told

Give me one good reason I should show you off

And introduce you to my pops, well

You play me for a fool but baby I'm too proud of me

You can talk to who you want and this ain't jealousy

I give you all my efforts and this is what I get back

What goes around comes back around, to me you are just sad

There's a price for this and yet you're paying me no mind

You left me in the dark when I was texting you last night

And you ain't my whole world, I didn't think you'd be that type of

Girl, never thought you'd play me when you grabbed me by my belt

Saturday I called you and I told you how I felt

Tears came to my eyes when I began to realize

The way that I had opened up to you

The only thing that I knew, I knew