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No Excuses Video (MV)




Performed By: D'Antré
Length: 3:13
Written by: Bella Hissom, D'Antré Cole




D'Antré - No Excuses Lyrics




I ain't the type, ain't the type, ain't the type that

I ain't the type that preaches a choir
Gave you all the love and space a woman desires
Dressed you to your best attire
(My god) how we made the room catch fire

But those days are dead and gone
Treat you like a queen and now your off like a pawn
Flirting with everyone around me your so pretentious,
But i need more than breadcrumbs

So baby , please cut the game and just stop lying
We ain't into this so why keep trying
Might as well be miles away (oh)

We're not into this so we what got to lose , and if you can't see that your more than just a fool
I'll be your man but i won't be your excuse (Ay ay)

So pack your bags and take them where they belong
I hate this but id rather be alone
I'm just tryna make you understand
Rather be alone

Here i was thinking youre my number one
So in love with you, thought you were the one

But i aint your only one,
You only want with me cause your scared to be alone ayayay

You know i aint the type to be sharing ya
If thats what you want its cool, but i won't marry ya

I really really love you
And if we do this
Then you have to give me all of you

So baby , please cut the game and just stop lying
We ain't into this so why keep trying
Might as well be miles away (oh)

We're not into this so we what got to lose , and if you can't see that your more than just a fool
Ill be your man but i won't be your excuse (Ay ay)

So pack your bags and take them where they belong
I hate this but id rather be alone
I'm just tryna make you understand
Rather be alone

What we got
What we got to lose (no excuses)
What we got, What What we got
What we got to lose (no excuses)
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I ain't the type, ain't the type, ain't the type that

I ain't the type that preaches a choir
Gave you all the love and space a woman desires
Dressed you to your best attire
(My god) how we made the room catch fire

But those days are dead and gone
Treat you like a queen and now your off like a pawn
Flirting with everyone around me your so pretentious,
But i need more than breadcrumbs

So baby , please cut the game and just stop lying
We ain't into this so why keep trying
Might as well be miles away (oh)

We're not into this so we what got to lose , and if you can't see that your more than just a fool
I'll be your man but i won't be your excuse (Ay ay)

So pack your bags and take them where they belong
I hate this but id rather be alone
I'm just tryna make you understand
Rather be alone

Here i was thinking youre my number one
So in love with you, thought you were the one

But i aint your only one,
You only want with me cause your scared to be alone ayayay

You know i aint the type to be sharing ya
If thats what you want its cool, but i won't marry ya

I really really love you
And if we do this
Then you have to give me all of you

So baby , please cut the game and just stop lying
We ain't into this so why keep trying
Might as well be miles away (oh)

We're not into this so we what got to lose , and if you can't see that your more than just a fool
Ill be your man but i won't be your excuse (Ay ay)

So pack your bags and take them where they belong
I hate this but id rather be alone
I'm just tryna make you understand
Rather be alone

What we got
What we got to lose (no excuses)
What we got, What What we got
What we got to lose (no excuses)
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Writer: Bella Hissom, D'Antré Cole
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