[Verse 1: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way]
Coming in with all 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?
[Refrain: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Milkie Way]
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, decay
Embrace, dеcay
[Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
You got your snake wrapped round my neck
Just likе I'm Salma Hayek
All these boys are choking
Gotta give it to them, cardiac
I'd have you over
But I don't wanna feel anymore, anymore, anymore
[Verse 2: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
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
[Refrain: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way, Both]
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 (Like it, like it)
Every day's the same
Every, every day's the same so we
[Pre-Chorus: Milkie Way]
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
[Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
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 messiah
I'd have you over
But I just don't believe anymore
[Bridge: Milkie Way]
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
(Hahahaha)
[Outro: Sam Matlock]
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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