(Yeah)

He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an eighteen-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
Ninety-nine problems
And one motherfucker that caused them (yeah)

Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know

I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste (bad taste)
(Yeah)

He's a hot drummer, fuckboy summer
Kinda guy you'd never introduce to your mother
Got a big (ego), even bigger (you know)
I come over and over, but then I'd go home emo

Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know

I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste