Salma Hayek

Coming in with the subtlety of a pack of wild dogs Every time we open our mouths (Gunshots, gunshots, gunshots, gun) We keep your conscience in line with those dirty, dirty thoughts But if we put our money where our mouth is Would we be able to talk? Talk me down, I'll come around in the morning (Fuck yeah, fuck yeah) You say it's messed up when I act this way, but I like it Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay You got your snake wrapped 'round my neck Just like I'm Salma Hayek All these boys are choking, gotta give it to them, cardiac I'd have you over But I just don't wanna feel anymore, anymore, anymore Coming in with the subtlety of a pack of wild dogs Every time she opens her mouth, it's (gunshots, gunshots, gun) I know you think about me in your dirty, dirty thoughts But if I put my money where my mouth is I wouldn't even be able to talk Talk me down, I'll come around in the morning (Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah) I found myself in a dark, dark place, but I like it Every day's the same Every, every day's the same so we embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay Embrace decay G-g-g-got your snake wrapped 'round my neck Just like I'm Salma Hayek All these boys are crying, saying I'm their new messaiah I'd have you over, but I just don't believe anymore I'll teach you, teach you, teach you Don't know my place, what difference does it make? What a disgrace, no one here knows my name (yet) It's so obscene, the way you conjure thoughts about me Kinda seems like I am your god now Brace, decay Every day's the same and so we waste away But that's all okay, I'm not like Like Salma Hayek or James Dean They'll be more happy than I'll ever be Like Salma Hayek or James Dean They'll be more happy than I'll ever be, be, be Whoa