Hoodie Allen – Two Lips (Acoustic) lyrics

Sneaking out my bed at night
I tell her turn the lights down low
I'm trying to figure out my mind
She always wonder where I go.
Oh, making good music
coming home with a pocket full of tulips.
You tryna point an arrow at my like Cupid
I'm trying end up in that pussy like two lips.

But she wants to off my head.
Want to off my head
Can we both, forget
Baby I don't know.
Want me more or less
Want me more or less
Is it all for sex?
Baby, I hope so.

So tell me what you want, what you really really want.
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
So tell me what you want from me, oh
And I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
So tell me what you want from me, ohh

Sitting in the hotel lobby
You never get me off my phone
So shoot me like a paparazzi
You show up then I got to go.
Make good music,
Everybody that I'm meeting is a doofus.
They try to point an arrow at me like cupid
I'm trying to end up in that pussy like two lips.

She want to off, my head.
Want to off, my head, my head
Can we both, forget
Baby I don't know.
Want me more or less
Want me more or less, or less
Is it all for sex?
Baby, I hope so.

Well I hope
You tell me what you want, what you really really want.
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
So tell me what you want from me, oh
I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
So tell me what you want from me, ohh

Give me some bad advice,
I hate when you ask me over
You drunk off a glass of wine
No wonder I'm acting sober
So cut me out of your life
And leave me like class is over
When the day goes, and the night comes
I'll still be your Casanova

So tell me what you want, what you really really want.
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
So tell me what you want from me, oh
And I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
So tell me what you want from me, ohh

Give me some bad advice,
I hate when you ask me over
You drunk off a glass of wine
No wonder I'm acting sober
So cut me out of your life
And leave me like class is over
When the day goes, and the night comes
I'll still be your Casanova