• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Type - Living Colour
• Type - John-cedrick

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?
We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye
Science and technology, the new mythology
Look deep inside
Empty
We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
Everything that goes around
Comes around
Hypothetical
Theoretical
Circumstantial evidence
Irrelevance
Don't think twice
Just roll the dice
Pay the price
Snake eyes
We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where your fate has been sealed
This is the time when your life is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
Everything that goes around

You're simple yet amazing
In so many ways
And I've been hella tryna tell you
Or type it for days
Walk up to you, step back
Confidence I lack
Pop my iPod in my ear
Listen to my track
Walkin' with my head down
I am so shy
Feelin' you for a while I wanna
Be your guy
Hours passed and later on
Wish you would sign on
You messaged hey,
I dunno what to say
[Chorus:]
Don't know what to type
Words don't come out right
Let's just say that there might
Be a chance that
You're my type, type, type [x2]
I always feel that when we chat
I'm wasting your time
I should delete the rest 'til where
I ask you to be mine
You got a lot of others
And their swag is so fine
But I'm the one who'll run to you
With a shoulder to cry on
Update me with these terms, GMH, 143
But typed numbers and letters ain't enough for me
To explain just how special you truly be
And how my favorite equation now is less than three
[Chorus:]
Don't know what to type
Words don't come out right
Let's just say that there might
Be a chance that
You're my type, type, type [x2]
Hey did you get my message? (Ay, you're my type)
I hope it made you smiled
Whenever you reply
I get a lil' less shy-y-y to say
Aye, it's about time. you finally replied
I'm finally bouta tell you how I truly feel inside.
I really, really, like you and it's just so hard to hide
The way you make me feel is so amazing and so right
I wanna find sweetest and most perfect word to say
Something that you will remember on these very special days
I'm Prettyboyalfie and you're Mr. Fantastic
You're my type and I wanna get at this
I don't know what to type but I just want you to know,
I see the beauty in your eyes. From your head to your toes.
When you see me, you smile, and your eyes get hella chinky
I'm relaxin' on cloud 9, I wanna take you with me
When you type in less than three, it makes my day
If the keyboard had more letters, I'd spell out the words I'd say
But when we say goodbye, I can't wait for tomorrow
Cause just got shot by cupid's red arrow.
'Cause you're amazing and your beauty's
Different and it's truly
So hard to find, body and mind
I'll do anything to protect you
Give you all of what I can
You're my number one girl, can I be your superman?
[Chorus:]
Baby you're my type
I'll always treat you right
And hold your hand so tight
Is there a chance that