Jo Sea - art girls (my type) Lyrics

She's got tattoos on her arms
She's got tattoos on her waist
I be giving her my charm
She be drawing me in frame
She be doodling her pain
We both do the same things
Just in different types of lanes
But we on the same page
She be drawing things, she really hates to mention
I be making beats, and speak on my depression
Fell in love, now she is my big obsession
We were both down bad but now we both progressing

We are both doing fine
We were upset in our mind
Had to switch up the times
Did not look out for no signs
I was looking out for you
Focused up like ten and two
Favorite color, baby blue
Love that I can call you boo
Love that I can call you bae
You with me since yesterday
In my bed is where you lay
My mind is clear, no longer grey
Finally my spirits up
You're old mad left you in mud
My ex as well, it was rough
We both cleaned each other up

And to that, I raise a toast
I don't care of what they boast
And for this, I make the most
Body clock on the east coast
Thought happiness was a hoax
I remember making jokes
Of my love being on ropes
Cause it's myself who I roast
Love's a subject I wouldn't touch
Now I'm doing way too much
All these friends I had to cut
Our exes think we're nuts
But I don't care
If they speaking bad or they stare
For that, I bear
Let me quickly turn off the snare

Let me layout
All the times we stayed out
Change the main route
Tell everyone you said "chao"
Tell you family "Adiós"
Don't reply, we going ghost
You be saying "I do the most"
I don't care about these folks
I've been zooming and dashing throughout the streets
On our lowkey
Sorry, if you're tryna find me
I'm probably gone by now
I'm probably gone by now
I've done left the town
I've done left the town

All these art girls are my type
All these art girls are my type
She ain't never met her dad
Gotta fill that hole tonight
All these art girls are my type
All these art girls are my type
She ain't never met her dad
Gotta fill that hole tonight
All these art girls are my type
All these art girls are my type
She ain't never met her dad
Gotta fill that hole tonight
All these art girls are my type
All these art girls are my type
She ain't never met her dad
Gotta fill that hole tonight

Gotta evaluate
Everything on top of my plate
Is this really fate?
It could crash and burn today
Don't wanna leave
But I might have to runaway
For goodness sakes
Can I please finally have something great?