Texty

What's your problem? You think that you're a god You came and fucked my life up when you knew that I was lost What's your problem? I'm crying on the floor You made me hate myself just so that I would love you more I don't give a fuck about you like I used to Back when I really thought I knew you Back when I'd die not to lose you Yeah, you knew I didn't have many friends when I met you Was the new kid trying to impress you You always loved coming to the rescue I should've known when my mom said she don't like you Should've took that as a sign Thought I caught you smiling the night that you saw me cry Bet it feeds your ego that I'm low all the time 'Cause that shit gets you high What's your problem? You think that you're a god You came and fucked my life up when you knew that I was lost What's your problem? I'm crying on the floor You made me hate myself just so that I would love you more It's funny, you took me 'round town like you owned me Wanted me for your eyes only Never wanted anyone to know me Tried to make me more like you and less like me You're saying things I won't repeat That's petty shit only you would do I should've known when my mom said she don't like you Should've took that as a sign Thought I caught you smiling the night that you saw me cry Bet it feeds your ego that I'm low all the time 'Cause that shit gets you high What's your problem? You think that you're a god You came and fucked my life up when you knew that I was lost What's your problem? I'm crying on the floor You made me hate myself just so that I would love you more What's your problem? What's your problem? What's your problem? You made me hate myself just so that I would love you more What's your problem?
Writer(s): Jeremy Dussolliet, Jackson Henry Foote, Tate Mcrae Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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