I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
Grey sweats low, got my thoughts taking flight
Boots laced, chest out, military flex
Every glance you give me leaves me a wreck
Situationship tangled, I can’t keep track
Ghosting then showing up, bringing me back
Your text lights a fire I can’t put out
Every word, every emoji, I scream and shout
You’re not my type, but the sex is insane
Hands on my body, leaving marks like a chain
I crave the danger, the tension, the thrill
Every night with you, I forget all my chill
Stretch me proper, ’cause home ain’t enough
Your hands like hammers, your lips get rough
Big moves, big load, I’m falling too fast
Every kiss like a war, every thrust like a blast
Grey sweat pants, yeah, I can’t look away
Body like a weapon, boy, come make me pay
I chase the chaos, addicted to lust
Every moan you steal, every thrust a must
I know I’m toxic, messy, and wild
But the way you fuck me, boy, I’m beguiled
Situationship, burning me slow
Yet I pull myself closer, can’t say no
I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
Every thrust, every grind, every late-night hype
I’m hooked on your body, your scent, your style
My heart and my pussy racing every mile
Military man, or just that vibe
Grey sweats, sweat dripping, I can’t hide
Your hands on my hips, your tongue on my neck
Every move calculated, making me wreck
You ghost, you disappear, I pretend I’m fine
But my body still aches to be back in line
Stretch me, ride me, make me scream and shout
I can’t get enough, I can’t live without
I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
Boots or no boots, every stroke just right
I’m reckless, obsessed, but damn, I’m alive
With you, boy, I don’t just survive—I thrive
Situationship chaos, yeah, I keep coming
Every push, every tease, my body’s drumming
Grey sweats, big hands, big man, big load
You keep breaking me, boy, down every road
Every lie, every tease, every late-night drive
Keeps me chasing you, keeps me alive
I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
My late-night addiction, my dangerous delight
