Everything I Love the Most

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 love it, they don't wanna hear the truth

It never made sense to me

Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me

Yeah problematic, I'm so problematic that I'm probably a problem addict

Pop an aspirin cause my head is hurtin'

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, and roll over and look to my left is an open book, a Bible

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

At least I think her name is Brooke, she's asleep and I'm givin' her the lamest look

Move her hair back so that I can see your 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 try really, man, not really tryna slip, ow, but it was just thighs and hips

Ok, I was high shit on alcohol and the Yelawolf ego trip

You can lie on the bed, cause I don't need no kids and it's the walk of shame again

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 love it, they don't wanna hear the truth

It never made sense to me

Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me

Yep, smokin' out, throwin up, keep a fifth off in my cup

Tryin' 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

Knowin' that if I put on my tennis shoes and a fresh fit that I'll end up sockless

By the end of the night, flip floppin', 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 could make any jerk make a penny work

Sinister with sin in her

She can leave a devil sittin' 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

Wakin' up again, not proud of me

Yeah, I'm a lousy fiend

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 love it, 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 love it, they don't wanna hear the truth

It never made sense to me

Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me