She's gotta have it It's fucking tragic That girl's an addict but it doesn't seem to matter to you Because you love her anyway Tickle your money, out your wallet It turns you into an alcoholic Crying to your best friend Explaining why they shill change She's not a problem You overload, she's in the back of a car Using her mouth like an ATM card She broke your heart but you just can't let go She's back in jail, you're posting her bail Dope pleasant hearse, it's a sick tiger tail She's hot as hell but swears that she's been clean I'd rather watch you float and cry Than spend another night alone On my own Blood rips those with no antidote I kept Coach Wentz waiting by the phone But I never get through She's dope sick, crawling out of her skin A quick fix and she's at it again You should just quit You're never gonna win this game She's gotta have it It's fucking tragic That girl's an addict, but it doesn't seem to matter to you Because you love her anyway ♪ I'd rather watch you float and cry Than spend another night alone On my own Blood rips those with no antidote I kept Coach Wentz waiting by the phone But I never get through