Your Kind of Love - tobi lou

I don’t want

I don’t want

I don’t want

I don’t want glamorous stuff

My life is lavish enough

I just want your kind of love

I just want your kind of love

I just want passionate stuff

That gushy, that back it up yeah

I don’t be asking for much

I just want your kind of, yeah

Fuck all that average stuff

People be doing too much

I think I had it, enough

I just want your kind of love

Why they so worried bout us

Tell them to get off these nuts

I don’t really give a fuck

I just want your kind of love (oooo)

My lil baby got her hair did (oooo)

My lil baby woop like there it is (oooo)

My lil baby got a new phone (oooo)

And she just gave me my own ringtone

(So now when I hit her up it be like «Mmmmmm yeah»)

I’m feeling way more lit than usual

I do not work in a cubicle

I do not argue with stupid fools

Cause I don’t wanna sound like a stupid fool

I got a bad bad bitch with a hula hoop

When she make it go around, imagine what that booty do (woooo-wooo)

I be like [?}

Call me up

When you want

I’ll be here

I’ll be up

2 a.

m

Smoke a blunt

We can chill

Chop it up

You ain’t even gotta back it up

Unless you trying to just back it up

And by any means please back it up

I won’t, run

I don’t want glamarous stuff

My life is lavish enough

I just want your kind of love

I just want your kind of love

I just want passionate stuff

That gushy, that back it up yeah

I don’t be asking for much

I just want your kind of, yeah

Fuck all that average stuff

People be doing too much

I think I had it, enough

I just want your kind of love

Why they so worried bout us

Tell them to get off these nuts

I don’t really give a fuck

I just want your kind of love (oooo)

My lil baby got her hair did (oooo)

My lil baby woop like there it is (oooo)

My lil baby got a new phone (oooo)

And she just gave me my own ringtone

(So now when I hit her up it be like «Mmmmmm yeah»)

I’m feeling like a Roman numeral

They waiting on «Numbers» like usual

But I might never even drop it though

Y’all can hear it at my funeral

I’m feeling way morbid than usual

My baby way more than beautiful (wooohoo)

She know the words, she sing along

She make my shit sound like a musical

Call me up

When you want

I’ll be here

I’ll be up

2 a.

m

Smoke a blunt

We can chill

Chop it up

You ain’t even gotta back it up

Unless you trying to just back it up

Then by any means please back it up

I won’t, run

I don’t want glamarous stuff

My life is lavish enough

I just want your kind of love

I just want your kind of love

I just want, I just want, I just want