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 was trying not to lose you
Yeah you knew I didn't have many friends when I met you
Was the new kid tryin' to impress you
You always love 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 mе cry
Bet it feeds your ego
That I'm low all the timе
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 own 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
This petty shit only you 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?
compositores: Tate McRae - Jackson Foote - Jeremy Dussolliet
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