[Chorus]

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]

Yeah! Problematic, I’m so problematic

That I’m probably a problem addict

Pop an aspirin cause my head is hurtin'

Hotel bedroom, missin' curtains

Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed

In fact it looks like I got into a wrestlin' match

Empty bottle of Jack, I could tell I did that

I could smell it in fact, it's like death and ass

Think for a minute if I look over and look

To my left is an opened book, a Bible

To my right is a guilty conscience and her name is Brooke, my rival

At least I think her name was Brooke

She’s asleep, and I’m givin' her the lamest look

Move her hair back so that I could see your face

Cause it was dark and I met her at the game it took

About 5 minutes to get her inside the whip

Another 5 minutes to get up inside the lips

Never try really man, I really tried to slip, out

But it was just thighs and hips

OK, I was high, shit

On alchohol and the Yelawolf ego trip

Leave her lying in bed cause I don’t need no kiss

And it’s the walk of shame again!

[Chorus]

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’ hot, throw it 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 of 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

[Chorus]

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!

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!