[verse 1] You got a grin like a switchblade shine Talk real sweet, but you waste my time Walk in late like you own the room Cheap cologne and a little doom You keep flexin' for a glass-eye crowd Too much smoke, too much talk, too loud I just sip that tea, lean back, amused You’re a headline face with a clearance fuse [pre-chorus] Oh, you love that pose Mirror made you bold Everybody bites I just watch it fold [chorus] I’m the velvet venom in your sugar drink Pretty little problem, make you stop and think You can play the hero, I can play the knife You want a bad dream? Baby, I’m your type I’m that soft-spoken static in your favorite song Cool with the lights off, dangerous all along You can puff your chest, but I see the act You want control so bad Good luck with that [post-chorus] Mm, mm Look at you, look at that Mm, mm Big mouth, paper back [verse 2] You do magic tricks with a borrowed flame Same old stunt with a different name Gold-plated ego, hollow core Knock knock, honey, I’ve seen this floor You talk tough for a mannequin king All chrome grin and a puppet-string swing I don’t chase, don’t beg, don’t bruise, don’t bark I just smile real slow and rewrite the dark [pre-chorus] Yeah, you love that game Til it flips your name Everybody claps I just fan the flame [chorus] I’m the velvet venom in your sugar drink Pretty little problem, make you stop and think You can play the hero, I can play the knife You want a bad dream? Baby, I’m your type I’m that soft-spoken static in your favorite song Cool with the lights off, dangerous all along You can puff your chest, but I see the act You want control so bad Good luck with that [bridge] [beat cut] No crown, no throne, no myth, no spell Just a cracked glass grin that you wear too well You came for a thrill, now you’re in too deep Funny how the hunters are the first to bleed [final chorus] I’m the velvet venom in your sugar drink Sweet at first glance, then I stain the sink You can play the hero, I can end the scene You want a bad dream? Baby, I’m that clean I’m that low-lit warning in your polished night Red lips, cold laugh, and the timing’s right You can puff your chest, but I see the act You want control so bad Good luck with that [outro] Mm, mm That’s cute, imagine that Mm, mm Good luck with that
