No Excuses

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)