Go on, myself
I’m cold, still stainless
My gla** half full
All we said, don’t stop for no fools
Serpents, daydreams
I’ll bite, you’ll call me lovely
Got a sweet-tooth
Gonna get the sugar from you.(weapon)
When they say I’m a machine gun
I’ll take it as a compliment
Honey
I can be your weapon
I can be your weapooon.
Call me cold blood, selfish
Your words are painless
I like when I drive and it feels so dangerous
They say I’m a red flag ’cause they want it so bad
You should know I’m holding on to your hand.
When they say I’m a machine gun
I’ll take it as a compliment
Honey
I can be your weapooon
I can be your weapooon
Your weaponnn.