She's a Problem

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 not 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
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 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