He shoulda come with a warning label

Caution tape with his name on it

Leather boots, tattoos like the Devil

Walked up on my table

Cigarette, out collecting halos

Sometimes angels, they just wanna fall

Lucky Strike smoke from his lips, blowing me a kiss

Hits a little different

He gon' be a problem

He knows that I want him

Drinking gin, looking like sin

Yeah, he makes me wanna make some bad decisions

Hell, he feels like heaven

He's the kind of shot I wanna take

Drink him damn straight, straight of out the bottle, bottle

He gon' be a problem, problem

Straight of out the bottle, bottle

He gon' be a problem, problem

2 a.m. and the bar is closing

Last call, drunk on the way he's talking

Tennessee whiskey tipsy, thinking I might leave my bedroom open

Welcome sign, invite his eyes

Vacancy, he can see my body all night

He gon' be a problem

He knows that I want him

Drinking gin, looking like sin

Yeah, he makes me wanna make some bad decisions

Hell, he feels like heaven

He's the kind of shot I wanna take

Drink him damn straight, straight of out the bottle, bottle

He gon' be a problem, problem

Straight of out the bottle, bottle

He gon' be a problem, problem

Lips dripping honey 'cause my mouth is full of it

Sweet talk, bet he thought danger wouldn't look like this

In the morning, he'll be praying for saving 'cause I'ma leave him

Burning up, light him up with my southern heat

I'ma be a problem

Yeah, I'ma be a problem

We gon' be a problem

He knows that I want him

Drinking gin, looking like sin

Yeah, he makes me wanna make some bad decisions

Hell, he feels like heaven

He's the kind of shot I wanna take

Drink him damn straight, straight of out the bottle, bottle

We gon' be a problem, problem

I'ma be a problem

We gon' be a problem

Hey, I'ma be a problem

Problem

He gon' be a problem