Hobosexual - AUGUST 08

Lyrics by：Omer Fedi/Ray Jacobs/Maurice Devon Powell/Isaac Valenzuela/Jacob Ray/Dwytt Dwan

Composed by：Omer Fedi/Ray Jacobs/Maurice Devon Powell/Isaac Valenzuela/Jacob Ray/Dwytt Dwan

Want you like a grey Mercedes

Know I'm going through some phases

Where I don't want to love nobody

And I don't want to talk about it

You told me I was going places

Tonight I would rather stay in

I just wanna touch your places

But you make it complicated

There's no point in arguing if you're not in this

You're so quick to push me cuz you know my limits

Now I'm back on this couch surfing

I don't wanna wake you up

I might be out of luck

Now I'm back on this couch smoking

And I don't wanna wake you up

Cuz this thing it ain't love

One more time

I pull up to yours

And I swear wasn't gon' spend the night

I wish I was yours

I wish

When I got that new Mercedes

You noticed all the sudden changes

You said that I was acting dangerous

And Hanging out with girls that's famous

Should've never entertained it

Dare me to try and save it

Don't think I have the patience

Now you wanna throw the blanket

Now I'm back on this couch surfing

I don't wanna wake you up

I might be out of luck

Now I'm back on this couch smoking

And I don't wanna wake you up

Cuz this thing it ain't love

One more time

I pull up to yours

And I swear wasn't gon' spend the night

I wish I was yours

I wish