Music: Grant Joseph Boutin/Sabrina Mae Teitelbaum
Go on, myself
I’m cold, steel stainless
My glass half full
Always said don’t stop for no fools
Serpents, daydream
I’ll bite, you’ll call me lovely
Got a sweet-tooth
Gonna get the sugar from you
When they say I’m a machine gun
I take it as a compliment
Honey, you should know
I can be your weapon
I can be your weapon
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 what I have
When they say I’m a machine gun
I take it as a compliment
Honey, you should know
I can be your weapon
I can be your weapon
Your weapon