[intro]
Password

I told you I don't like her
That's not my type
(ugh)

[Chorus]
Not my type, she's not my type for a day one but I'll take one
Seventeen years I'm not dead, what have I done wrong? Not my type

[Verse 1]
She's not my type (not my type), (oh woah oh)
Password to life bitch I've been killing it, I'm winning it
Spin it round his head part of fucked up I'm winning it
That's slaughterrrcore (oh woah) none of my visions but I keep eating it, I'm different, different breed I keep winning them

[Outro]
(Passwords)
I told you I don't like her, (Not my) (ugh)
She's not my type

It's all to do with color- It's all to do with round, with shape. It's- everything's color. Everything, you know, is- ah, it must be to do with orange. Not only with orangе. Oh, I haven't seen color, I live in a monochromatic world. I can't use color