Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cale Tyson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cale Tyson
Songwriter
Ravenne Swaner
Songwriter
Lyrics
Cussed me out in the liquor store
I always liked it when your face turned red
Took a key to my truck door
We always did talk better in bed
Run your mouth, kick me out, call your friend
Make a plan, say you’ll never love again
But when it's cold in the night
And you don’t feel right, well you just might
Last night I do confess
Hell yeah I was a mess
Jack on my breath again
Got home at 4am
I think I’m starting to believe that
You kinda like it when I’m feeling bad
And I think it might be true that
Hell I kinda like it when you’re mad
Hell I like it when you're mad
Hell I like it
You say I ain't no Romeo
Babe you ain't no Juliet
One time you ran away to Mexico
Said you get just what you get
Our love is wild and it's mean
And it burns real clean if you add gasoline
But when the cops show up and you tell me that I suck
Then we’re out of luck
Last night you got me good
Drank everything we could
Hellbent on fighting me
The rest is history
I think I’m starting to believe that
You’re only doing it to make me sad
And I think it might be true that
Hell I kinda like it when you’re mad
Hell I like it when you're mad
Hell I like it
Last night was such a mess
I wasn't at my best
Can't believe it got so bad
But hell I kinda like it when you're mad
Hell I like it when you're mad
I think I'm starting to believe that
You're only doing it to make me sad
And I think it might be true that
Hell I kinda like it when you're mad
Hell I like it when you're mad
You know I like it
Written by: Cale Tyson, Ravenne Swaner

