[Verse 1] Met you lookin’ bored as hell Arms crossed, you were hard to sell Rolled your eyes, said, “Talk or bounce” I laughed, guess I’m the problem now You’re sugar in a leather jacket Soft hands, but you still might smack it (yeah) Say what you want, don’t dress it up Mouth so rude, but you back it up [Chorus] You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type Talk that talk, then grip my thighs Kiss me slow, then wreck my life Guess I love the way you ruin my nights You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind Every little line I’m trying to hide “Turn around,” and I don’t fight You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type [Verse 2] You don’t ask twice, you just say “come here” One look and my spine disappears Know every button, every flinch Every little edge you like to pinch You cook, then you put me on the table Halo on, but my legs unstable Call me “good girl” right in my ear Suddenly I’m anything but clear (oh damn) [Chorus] You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type Talk that talk, then grip my thighs Kiss me slow, then wreck my life Guess I love the way you ruin my nights You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind Every little line I’m trying to hide “Turn around,” and I don’t fight You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type [Bridge] You say “stop” just to watch me beg Say “stay still” while you hold my neck You know every dirty thought I hide And you wear it like a crooked pride Outside, you’re the sweetest one in sight Inside, you’re the reason I lose nights You’re the bruise that I brag about The quiet man who can make me shout (yeah) [Chorus] You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type Talk that talk, then grip my thighs Kiss me slow, then wreck my life Guess I love the way you ruin my nights You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind Every little line I’m trying to hide “Turn around,” and I don’t fight You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type (my type)

rap, Aggressive pop-punk/rap hybrid: distorted power chords over fast, driving drums; verses drop into half-time trap bounce with 808-weight, then slam back into shouted gang-vocal choruses. Female vocals that switch from melodic hooks to sharp-tongued rap, layered screams on key lines, occasional glitchy stop-starts for emphasis. Energy arcs from teasing, low-voice confession to full-throttle, stage-diving catharsis by the final chorus., punk, pop punk

Sweet, Mean, and Just My Type