elijah woods
My Kinda Problem
I’ve been a sinner and flirt
Lead on until it hurts
Might as well break ur heart in the meantime
Booze and narcotics to no end
Had some toxic fuckin friends
I’d be lying if i said I’m an angel
We got our own shit
Were both tryna fix
We’re not perfect
But its is always worth it
When I taste you on my lips
Run your fingertips
Up against my skin
I’m singing
Mm mm mm
Baby ya you’re my kinda problem
You been working every day
At a job you fuckin hate
Always getting tied up into the wrong thing
You got a temper cause dad
Was always fucken mad
Who I really knew I wasn’t the problem