Dumbfoundead - No Strings Attached lyrics

I was at an artshow, just for the free booze
Filled with the bougie schmoozing trying to
Be cool
Then a pretty little thing pointed at
A painting, asked me what I thought, but
Didn’t know what I was saying, I mumbled some
Shit about Warhol then played it off
Changed the subject then proceeded with
My mating call
Asked her a bunch of unnecessary questions
Then hit on her using
Some corny art reference, like girl
Your body’s like a masterpiece
She responded like oh
Wow now that was cheesy, she said
Calm down, be relaxed and easy
And I almost fell in love when
She passed the bleezy, didn’t asked for her
Name, she didn’t ask for mine
I just whispered in
Her ear girl your ass is fine, what a
Classic line, lets grab a glass wine
And go back to your crib or go back to mine

Well I don’t need to know a
Thing about your past, ohh ohh
No I just want one night
With you no strings attached, ohh ohh
And I know
That we might not be a perfect match
But, I just want one night
With you no strings attached

We stumbled into her small studio apartment
Clothes scattered everywhere and
Little dog barkin, growling and giving
Me that stanky look
With her coffee tabletops filled with Banksy
Books, with a crate full of records
Kitchen floor checkered and a framed up
Poster of Audrey Hepburn, I don’t care
What she’s into im into her
And just one night of fire will prevent
The burn, lets take our clothes
Off, before the buzzkill
Roll with the punches
Like we’re taking love pills, sweat like
Your pedaling your fixie uphill
This ain't love baby this is
Just how love feels, lets chill
One night till
The sunlight, this is just fun right
And we’re just young right, Ima kiss you
Down to your tattooed little hands
Wake up to crushed up Pabst Blue Ribbon cans

Well I don’t need to know a
Thing about your past, ohh ohh
No I just want one night
With you no strings attached
Its one o’ clock in the mornin’
And your buzzin’ like a honeybee
Why you tryin to control it when you
Wanna just come home with me

I pretended like I ain't seen
The pictures of her man
Pictures of em together on there
Trip to japan, this is one night no
Strings so I could give a damn
Some of the best
Nights end up never being planned, she a
Graphic designer im a passionate rhymer
Maybe one day she
Can design me a rap flyer, I ain't know
Much about her but I know enough
We got up the next morning
And then rolled one up, got high, locked
Eyes and made out a bit
Ordered some take out
And grubbed out like pigs
Spent a lazy sunday
With one cool chick, not a single regret
I wouldn’t undo
Shit, we knew what was up, you
Can call us both sluts
But we woke up feeling like a
Million bucks, I just picked up my wallet and
My keys from the ground
Didn’t exchange numbers, i’ll see you around