walk away as the door slams (acoustic)
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Andrew Pebworth, Gustav Elijah Ahr, George Astasio, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Jonathan Christopher Shave, Cody Littlefield
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