Dubbed as “the ultimate shove-off anthem”, My Type is a song about a Christian girl battling between her preference and God’s purpose in her love life, a subject I’m all too familiar with. When I wrote this song, I had not been in a relationship for a while, and in hindsight, I think at that point I had had enough of failed relationships, mainly due to my poor choice in men. Since I was a little girl, I would meet the love of my life and get married one day, not knowing the kind of commitment relationships require. I also had no idea what to look for in a man, except good looks ,charm, muscles. Charm eventually became my weakness, and growing up in very shielded, I had no idea how deceptive it could really be.

However, I still ended up in a string of toxic relationships even after I saw what toxicity looked like, even felt it in my first “real” relationship at nineteen. I really believe I had no business dating anyone at that age, but I also believe this song (and many others I have written and will hopefully write in future) would have never happened if I had not walked that path. My Type is what I would call my testimony, and also an ongoing battle within me. My Type is also a declaration of war on the lusts of my flesh, a struggle that I am sure many believers face. It’s about going against instincts, which, as I have grown in my faith, aren’t always to be trusted (contrary to what the world would have us believe).

The song was produced by VI The Law, and it is the first alternative soul/trap song that I have done. It was inspired by Drake’s Hotline Bling, and there is just something about musicality of it that I love. Maybe it’s how it allows the lyrics and vocals to flow effortlessly over it. My Type allowed me to explore my voice without much strain, and had me learning new ways of manipulating or modifying my voice without resorting to belting or high notes. I really believe that this song has pushed me a step further in the search for my true voice, both figuratively and literally speaking.

You live in mind yeah
Rent-free
I’m paying that fine yeah you got me
Robbing me blind but I can’t see
Stuck on what I want
But I know just what I need
I think they call that greed you become what you keep feedin’
Will you take me to the King or to a king-size bed yeah
So I stay away from my type, my type yeah

Always messing with my mind
With my mind yeah
I won’t let him waste my time waste my time
No please stop acting like you’re mine
Like you’re mine


No, I can’t say that
I can’t live without you
Live without you
My body ask why I should do without you
Do without you
I just want him
‘Cause he look good, look good
Don’t even know if he
Do good, he do good
Thinking I could change a man
I could make him understand
That there is more to life than drip
You could drown in all that sauce so
So I stay away from my type, my type yeah

Always messing with my mind
With my mind yeah
I won’t let him waste my time waste my time
No please stop acting like you’re mine
Like you’re mine

Break it down
Pah ha ah ha ah parapapapa
Ah ha ah ha ah parapapapa
Ah ha ah ha ah
Steady rocking on the highway
To Hell
I was so caught up in my way
I’m just grateful that He found me
Yeah
No more sheets, dirty laundry
He washed it all out on Calvary
Yeah
No more sheets, dirty laundry
He washed it all out on Calvary

(My Type song lyrics)