Why everything supposed to be bad, make me feel so good?

Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would

I wish a **** would try to take my shit

Cause a **** wish he could do it like this

I can't even take a piss without a **** trying to take a pic

I just want to fuck a few hoes, take my pick

Backwoods with the hash in 'em bad bitch, skinny jeans, fat ass in 'em

You ain't never seen a lime of light

I might fuck around and do a line tonight

Codeine cups, paint a picture so vivid

Fucking to the Weeknd, on the weekend

That ain't too provocative, is it?

If it's not, that's just a warning

You know I got it if you want

No, I couldn't tell you how the world function

But I'm headed to the function

This shit ain't about nothing

No this shit ain't about nothing

But it's gotta be something

They say I'm so selfish

I ain't think about nothing

Unless it's making me something

Matter fact fuck that

I ain't worried about nothing

No, I ain't worried about nothing

It's always something

The cars, the clothes, the ice

It's always something

The stars, the moon, the lights

It's always something

The cars, the clothes, the ice

It's always something

The stars, the moon, the lights

Why everything supposed to be bad, make me feel so good?

Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would

I wish a **** would try to take my shit

Cause a **** wish he could do it like this

We in the world of material vixens in your videos

Hermes belt, shirt will make your ho melt

Issey Miyake all over my body

My heart beats off beat, still the life of the party

YSL, iPhone wireless cell

I'm high as hell, by the end of the night

I might need bail if a **** test my might

I ain't a bitch for nothing, end of discussion

And I couldn't tell you how the world function

But I'm headed to the function

This shit ain't about nothing

No that shit ain't about nothing

But it's gotta be something

They say I'm so selfish

I ain't think about nothing

Unless it's making me something

Matter fact fuck that

I ain't worried about nothing

No, I ain't worried about nothing

It's always something

The cars, the clothes, the ice

It's always something

The stars, the moon, the lights

It's always something

The cars, the clothes, the ice

It's always something

The stars, the moon, the lights

Why everything supposed to be bad, make me feel so good?

Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would