Dopamine

She tastes like sin (Like sin) But she looks like art (Like art) Cold to the world (Cold to the world) But she plays her part (She plays her part) She bad as hell (Bad as hell) (Bad as hell) (Bad as hell) Yeah, she’s a final boss Standing in a custom skin Feel that pure dopamine Hitting when she’s walking in Got a dangerous mind Mixed with a perfect view Doing all the wicked things That no one else can ever do (Do) (Do) She tastes like sin (Like sin) But she looks like art (Like art) Cold to the world (Cold to the world) But she plays her part (She plays her part) She bad as hell (Bad as hell) (Bad as hell) (Bad as hell) She’s the definition Of a cold heart Burning up the room But it looks like pure art Cold assassin Tears it all apart Every bullet Flying from the dark (From the dark) (From the dark) (From the dark) (From the dark) (From the dark)