Lyrics

Club lights, we fight every night Baby, I don't wanna do that Your type, jeans tight, Dirty Sprite She like, "How the fuck you do that?" I can't be there all the time But you know I gotta prove that I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome You told me I'm sexy, do you still think that? You told me you loved me, do you still think that? 3 a.m., climbin' through your window Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams
Writer(s): Jason Andrew Pebworth, Gustav Elijah Ahr, George Astasio, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Jonathan Christopher Shave, Cody Littlefield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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