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



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Writer(s): Kieron Pepper, Rachel Hastings, Sam Matlock
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