Bad Taste
(Yeah)
He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an 18-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
99 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 (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
He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an 18-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
99 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 (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
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Dussolliet, Lawrence Michael Principato, Michael Joseph Wise, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Leah Kate Kalmenson
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