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