Lyrics Two Lips (Acoustic) - Hoodie Allen

Come on, come on, come on, come come on.

Sleeping in my bed at night
Tell her, turn the lights down low
Trying to figure out my mind
She always wonder where I go.
Oh, making Good music, coming home with a pocket full of tulips.
Try to point at me now like cupid
Trying end up in that pussy like two lips.

She want it off, my head.
Want it 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.

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
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
Treat me like a paparazzi
I 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
Tryna end up in that pussy like two lips.

She want it off, my head.
Want it 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.

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 im acting sober
So cut me off of your life
And leave me like class is over
When day goes, and night comes
I 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
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 im acting sober
So cut me off of your life
And leave me like class is over
When day goes, and night comes
I still be your casanova