What Kinda Music - Tom Misch & Poppy Ajudha

Cause I'm a thug living the fast life, looking for love (It seems to pass by) Me and my love, the good not the bad kind, living it up (Been through the sad time) Whatever she does as long as she knows that I've had enough (My life could show that) Maybe I'm tough, I'll rub your shoulder, maybe it's us (Until we grow up) We'll be in love, I'll be your soldier, someone to trust (My trust in your love) It could be lust, maybe just one night, cause I'm a thug (Aiming ma, go right) This ain't a bluff, baby this love is right The way has been rough, all that we've done is right That love is all I need What kind of girls got love for me Hands up so I can see What kind of girls got love for me What kinda girl gets you excited The kind of girl that would do it harder What kind of girl have you decided I wanna girl who'd be proud I got her Is that the only girl that gets you excited I wanna girl that would keep me zoning Is it because of her thighs or how she rides it I wanna girl that could freak till morning Braking it up after a dumb fight, make up with hugs (Back to my love life) It ain't the same, back then we loved that, playing them games (Cause we was rug rats) I'm thinking you changed, that's when I saw that you ain't the same (Back then you called back) Running away, what do you call that, coming to say (Pass me some do stacks) Running astray, tell you spend all that, come to my place (Use me to fall back) Look at your face, drugged out and buzzed out, out of my way (Must love I'm thugged out) Give me the space, cause I'm getting bugged out Out of my way, it's too late for hugs now That love is all I need What kind of girls got love for me Hands up so I can see What kind of girls got love for me What kinda girl gets you excited The kind of girl that would do it harder What kind of girl have you decided I wanna girl who'd be proud I got her Is that the only girl that gets you excited I wanna girl that would keep me zoning Is it because of her thighs or how she rides it I wanna girl that could freak till morning Cause I'm a thug I had to leave her, the way has been rough (I can't believe her) I'm breaking up, don't want a cheater, sneak in the dark (Someone to please her) Knew you can change, cause it's gone so far Pick up your things, I told you it's over X 2 What kinda girl gets you excited The kind of girl that would do it harder What kind of girl have you decided I wanna girl who'd be proud I got her Is that the only girl that gets you excited I wanna girl that would keep me zoning Is it because of her thighs or how she rides it I wanna girl that could freak till morning

I heard the door slam, and I couldn't tell Was it just the wind, or was she mad again? Oh, hell She's gettin' in her car I hollered, "Baby, is there something wrong?" Thought I heard her say something sounded like I'm gone But these days gone can mean so many things Well, there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? Well, it's gettin' dark out, she ain't back yet Ain't called home, turned off the phone, oh man This might not be good I would've stopped her when she went to leave But I didn't 'cause I didn't really think what I'm thinkin' now I'm still not sure what gone is all about 'Cause there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? Is it the kinda gone where she's at her mom's cooling down She'll come around, or the kind that says you had your chance And she ain't comin' back Well, there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? What kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout? What kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? What kinda gone?

(Have you ever been to London?) Ayy, yeah (squat made the beat) Don't you, don't you hate a-? Oh Ayy, oh, save a hoe Yeah, ayy Don't you hate an ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna, eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick Yeah 95 percent of this niggas fake rich The other five percent of this niggas, all bitch Like Too Short said, bitches ain't shit Ooh, 50 niggas in the section, pushing hoes down (yeah) Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (yeah) Know your pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down Store-runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (yeah) What type of nigga spends the night with his boys? You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys Same type of nigga booking flights with his boys In the club taking pictures, making bad bitch noise Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every he hit a lick How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched? Whole gang outside, still got your chain took Steady snitching on the 'gram, made the fed's pick you up At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones? Tryna figure out why you flexing? Riding in that loan Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (yeah) What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic'? In a section full of bitches, but ain't tryna fuck shit You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit Buying watches for your boys, but you say you ain't a trick Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick What type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his, baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick

Yeah, what trial brings you here? You can't hide What kind of woman makes it harder For everybody she loves? Oh, so much for living in paradise So much for everything I want to know what makes you so cruel She said, "You could learn a lot from me" What trouble brings you here? You can't hide What kind of woman makes it harder For everybody involved? She said, "You could do a lot for me" Oh, I see you noticing me in a new light you don't like But don't we grow in our sleep? So every night, you can't Just where I go when I dream Oh, will she watch over me? (Hah)