[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?
 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]