[Hook]

[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 truth
 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 truth
 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 truck
 In a house that never runs 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 truth
 It never made sense to me
 Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[repeat]