Yeah He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater Run my heart over with an 18-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 (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 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 (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 I guess I just got bad taste Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh I guess I just got bad taste