Lyrics
Mm… Yeah, I know that look. That one always ends bad. You walked in slow like a match in a drought Cool in your step, but the smoke gave you out Black denim grin and a low-lit stare Like the kind of bad news I’d still let near Glass on the table, fire in your hands Talk real low like you already planned Every little warning started turning sweet Soon as your shadow got close to me Short breath— Don’t move— I know exactly what this do. Red light flicker in the back of the room Whole place leaning when you shift your mood I should leave, but I want that proof— Some things hurt good when they cut right through. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble The kind I know I’ll never learn Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Boot heel rhythm on a hardwood floor Every step saying “come get more” Your voice got gravel, honey, and sin Like a wrong turn begging me back in Bassline rolling like a backseat prayer Room went still when you touched my hair I could feel the wreck before the speed Still I let your fire ride with me Hold up— Heart beat— Too late now to play this clean. Blue smoke curling by the exit sign Whole room watching like they know my mind I should run, but I want that truth— Some fires only look good when they bruise. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble The kind I know I’ll never learn Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Maybe I like the warning Maybe I like the flame Maybe I want the wreckage As long as you say my name No halo— No excuse— Just fire dressed up like you. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble You taste like trouble, trouble Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Mm… Yeah… You taste like trouble.
Lyrics
Mm… Yeah, I know that look. That one always ends bad. You walked in slow like a match in a drought Cool in your step, but the smoke gave you out Black denim grin and a low-lit stare Like the kind of bad news I’d still let near Glass on the table, fire in your hands Talk real low like you already planned Every little warning started turning sweet Soon as your shadow got close to me Short breath— Don’t move— I know exactly what this do. Red light flicker in the back of the room Whole place leaning when you shift your mood I should leave, but I want that proof— Some things hurt good when they cut right through. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble The kind I know I’ll never learn Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Boot heel rhythm on a hardwood floor Every step saying “come get more” Your voice got gravel, honey, and sin Like a wrong turn begging me back in Bassline rolling like a backseat prayer Room went still when you touched my hair I could feel the wreck before the speed Still I let your fire ride with me Hold up— Heart beat— Too late now to play this clean. Blue smoke curling by the exit sign Whole room watching like they know my mind I should run, but I want that truth— Some fires only look good when they bruise. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble The kind I know I’ll never learn Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Maybe I like the warning Maybe I like the flame Maybe I want the wreckage As long as you say my name No halo— No excuse— Just fire dressed up like you. You taste like trouble, trouble Sweet with a little gunpowder burn You taste like trouble, trouble You taste like trouble, trouble Lipstick heat and a danger kiss Smoke in the dark that I just can’t quit I know better, still I lean in double— You taste like trouble. Mm… Yeah… You taste like trouble.