制作
出演艺人
Yelawolf
声乐
Willpower
编程
Luis Resto
键盘
Sasha Sirota
吉他
作曲和作词
Michael Atha
词曲作者
Jason Boyd
词曲作者
William Joel
词曲作者
William Washington
词曲作者
制作和工程
Willpower
制作人
Brian Gardner
母带工程师
Eminem
混音工程师
Mike Strange
混音工程师
Sasha Sirota
录音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Jason Boyd, Michael Atha, W. Joel, W. Washington
