He’s a drug dealer
A serial cheater
Run my heart over with an 18 wheeler
And I’m still sitting shotgun
99 problems
And one motherfucker that caused ’em (yea)
Maybe I’m just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck ya know
I want you
With the gold chain
Make me wanna do
Bad bad things
Running back to you’s my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Oooh yeah bad taste
Leave me feelin’ blue
With a sad face
Running back to you’s my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
He’s a hot drummer
Fuck boy summer
Kinda guy you never introduce to your mother
Got a big… ego
Even bigger… ya know
I come over and over but then I go home emo
Maybe I’m just masochistic
I should probably go
But you look so good with my lipstick
On your neck ya know
I want you
With the gold chain
Make me wanna do
Bad bad things
Running back to you’s my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Oooh yeah bad taste
Leave me feeling blue
With a sad face
Running back to you’s my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
I guess I just got bad taste
I guess I just got bad taste