[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the [bad word] It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me

[Verse 1]
Problematic, I’m so problematic that I’m probably a problem addict
Poppin’ aspirin cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match
Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that
I can smell it in fact, it’s like death and [bad word] Think for a minute, then roll over and look
To my left, is an open book, the Bible
To my right is a guilty conscious her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name is Brook?
She’s asleep and I’m givin’ her the lamest look
Move her hair back so I can see her face
Cause it was dark when I met her at the game
It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip
Another five minutes to get up inside the lips
Never tried, really man I really tried to slip out
But it was just thighs and hips
Okay, I was high and [bad word] On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip
Leave her lying in bed, cause I don’t need no kiss
And it’s the walk of shame again

[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
Courtesy of [bad word] And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the [bad word] It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ out, throwin’ up
Keep a fifth off in my cup
Trying not to be a simp
But every time I take a sip
I think I’m gonna fall in lust
I’m back and forth like I’m packing a [bad word] In a house that [bad word] out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I’ll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip flopping
I’ll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let’s get it crockin’
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
Manicures animal furs and a purse
What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt?
You make any jerk make a penny work
Sinister with sin in her
She can leave a devil sitting in the church
On another level not in the earth
Jessica Alba had twins at birth
Trippin’ sure, piles of E, ménage-a-trois, piles of three
Waking up again not proud of me
Yeah, I’m a lousy fiend

[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the [bad word] It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[repeat]