Lyrics
He shoulda come with a warning label
Caution tape with his name on it
Leather boots, tattoos
Like the Devil
Walked up on my table
Cigarette, out collecting halos
Sometimes Angels they just wanna fall
Lucky strike smoke from his lips
Blowing me a kiss
Hits a little different
He gon' be a problem
He knows that I want him
Drinking gin looking like sin
Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions
Hell he feels like Heaven
He's the kind of shot I wanna take
Drink him damn straight
Straight of out the bottle (bottle)
He gon' be a problem
Problem
2am and the bar is closing
Last call drunk on the way he's talkin
Tennessee whiskey tipsy
Thinkin I might
Leave my bedroom open
Welcome sign invite his eyes
Vacancy, he can see my body all night
He gon be a problem
He knows that I want him
Drinking gin looking like sin
Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions
Hell he feels like Heaven
He's the kind of shot I wanna take
Drink him damn straight
Straight of out the bottle (bottle)
He gon' be a problem
Problem
Lips drippin honey
Cause my mouth is full of it
Sweet talk
Bet he thought
Danger wouldn't look like this
In the morning he'll be praying for saving
Cause Imma leave him
Burning up
Light him up
With my southern heat
Imma be a problem
Yeah imma be a problem
We gon' be a problem
He knows that I want him
Drinking gin looking like sin
Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions
Hell he feels like Heaven
He's the kind of shot I wanna take
Drink him damn straight
Straight of out the bottle (bottle)
We gon be a problem (problem)
Imma be a problem
We gon be a problem
Hey imma be a problem
Problem
He gon be a problem
