Lyrics Type Four - Two Inch Astronaut

Type Four

Drop down to my knees and ask you
If you’d help me achieve this thing
Then I’d be okay for several days
But give it a week, I’m aching
Got a number of new solicitations
I would like to hang on you
Cause I get spells
It’s type four
Pretty rare
You probably have never even heard of it
What the fuck is wrong with you
Leave it on
Better not catch you lying down
What do you do when you can’t count to two
And there are two types of people in this world
Ones who can and ones who can’t
I know it’s good for something
I know it’s good for me
But I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
It’s type four
Pretty rare
You probably have never even heard of it
What the fuck is wrong with you
Leave it on
Better not catch you lying