​Two-Step & Trouble

Hook

Two-step trouble when I walk in, babe,

act all nice but I’m not that safe.

Bass too loud, face all innocent,

one bad move and I’m in some shit again.

Two-step trouble, that’s my luck,

sweet one minute, next minute “what?”

Whole room watching when I cut that angle,

came for a dance, now we’re all in a tangle.

Verse 1

Pulled up late with my shirt half done,

smell like smoke and expensive gum.

Mate said “behave,” I said “I’ll try,”

crossed my heart, rolled my eyes.

You were by the bar doing that little stare,

like you wanted bad news with nice hair.

I said “you good?” you said “depends,”

so I bought two drinks and made it tense.

Now the bassline’s rude and the floor gets hot,

someone’s ex is here, this could go off.

I’m all grin, all teeth, all bad ideas,

chat in your ear like “don’t be weird.”

But I’m already weird, I’m already gone,

already three lies deep in one love song.

You can call me a lot, just don’t call me dull,

I turn one small spark to a nightclub hull.

Hook

Two-step trouble when I walk in, babe,

act all nice but I’m not that safe.

Bass too loud, face all innocent,

one bad move and I’m in some shit again.

Two-step trouble, that’s my luck,

sweet one minute, next minute “what?”

Whole room watching when I cut that angle,

came for a dance, now we’re all in a tangle.

Verse 2

Blue lights out on the high road bend,

sirens singing like they know my friends.

Phone keeps buzzing, I dead that quick,

can’t do feelings in the middle of this.

DJ spun it, room went mad,

you got close like that’s a habit you have.

Hand on my waist, laugh in my neck,

said “you’re trouble.” I said “fair.” What next?

Then you kissed me mean in a cheeky way,

like you chat all nice but you don’t play straight.

Now my head’s gone left, my feet still skank,

heart doing wheel-ups, brain says thanks.

I’m not evil, love, I’m just bored and fit,

that’s a dangerous mix in a room like this.

If it all goes wrong, then it goes on brand,

I never did know how to dance without flames.

Bridge

Don’t look at me like that, you knew.

I’m a bad decision in good perfume.

I say “come here,” then “give me space,”

that’s just how it goes past 2 a.m.

No big speech, no grand excuse,

I like the mess and I like the truth.

And the truth is simple, if ugly too:

I came for the bass, then I came for you.

Final Hook

Two-step trouble when I walk in, babe,

smile all clean but I misbehave.

Bassline bumps and the whole place tilts,

lipstick, lager, little bit of guilt.

Two-step trouble, no surprise,

angel face with a criminal mind.

Came for a dance, stayed for the rubble,

one little step and it’s double the trouble.