walk away as the door slams

Club lights, we fight every night (every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?)
I can't be there all the time (all the time)
But you know I gotta prove that (know I gotta prove that)
I can't leave here any time soon (nah)
I got somethin' to do, yeah

Walk away as the door slams (door slams)
You got blood on your poor hands (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

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

Club lights, we fight every night (every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?)
I can't be there all the time (all the time)
But you know I gotta prove that (know I gotta prove that)
I can't leave here any time soon (nah)
I got somethin' to do, yeah

Walk away as the door slams (door slams)
You got blood on your poor hands (poor hands)
I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
Walk away as the door slams



Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Elijah Ahr, Travis L. Barker, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Mark Hoppus, Cody Littlefield
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