Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything Im holding close, is so far away from me? They dont want me to love it, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why is everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! Yeah! Problematic, Im so problematic That Im probably a problem addict Pop an 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 wrestlin' match Empty bottle of Jack, I could tell after 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 Brook Shes asleep, and Im 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 five minutes to get her inside the whip Another five minutes to get up inside the lips Never try really, man not tryna slip, ah! But it was just thighs and hips OK, I was high, shit On alchohol and the Yelawolf ego trip And its the walk of shame again! Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything Im holding close, is so far away from me? They dont want me to love it, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! 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 Im gonna fall in lust Im back and forth like Im 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, Ill end up sockless By the end of the night, flip flopping Ill B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means lets 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, menage-a-trois, piles of three Waking up again not proud of me Yeah, Im a lousy fiend Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything Im holding close, is so far away from me? They dont want me to love it, they dont 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 Im holding close, is so far away from me? They dont want me to love it, they dont wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me!