Why I Smoke

My ol' lady back at the house tellin' me That she don't wanna see me, back home But I don't give a fuck Cuz my ex-girlfriend keeps, blowin' up my damn phone We selling each other dreams Saying shit we don't mean, neither one of us will be alone Oh, this is how it goes Yeah I know, you been told, that I got a heart of stone And that my daughter has to pay For the sins of her father, then I'd rather go and sell my soul (Break it down for me) I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high I'm doing one twenty-five down the Interstate, driving I feel like, I'm all over the road Hung over full of regret I can still smell sex, liquor in all over my clothes Why I smoke, why I smoke, why I smoke I got a girl in Hollywood And her sex is so good, all she ever did was powder her nose There's something about that demon Every time I went to see him, she came straight up out of her clothes That's how it goes, 's how it goes, 's how it goes Let me break it down You ain't met a motherfucker quite like me, now Let me break it down Yeah yeah, yeah yeah You ain't met a motherfucker quite like me I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high I know I, got a whole lot of issues, I'm so high Oh yeah Lord please have mercy on a scumbag like me Lord knows I'm a fuck up, I admit it, I can't quit it I'm a sinner lord I'm forgiven mmm yeah