She's a Problem - Get Dead

She’s gotta have it

It’s fucking tragic

That girl’s an addict but it doesn’t seem to matter to you, because you love

her anyway

Tickle your money, out your wallet

It turns you into an alcoholic

Crying to your best friend

Explaining why they shill change

She’s a problem

You overload, she’s in the back of a car

Using her mouth like an ATM card

She broke your heart but you just can’t let go

She’s back in jail, you’re posting her bail

Dope pleasant hearse, it’s a sick tiger tail

She’s hot as hell but swears that she’s been clean

I’d rather watch you float and cry

Than spend another night alone

On my own

Blood rips those with no antidote

I kept Coach Wentz waiting by the phone

But I never get through

She’s dope sick, crawling out of her skin

A quick fix and she’s at it again

You should just quit

You’re never gonna win this game

She’s gotta have it

It’s fucking tragic

That girl’s an addict but it doesn’t seem to matter to you

Because you love her anyway

I’d rather watch you float and cry

Than spend another night alone

On my own

Blood rips those with no antidote

I kept Coach Wentz waiting by the phone

But I never get through