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[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Club lights, we fight every night, (Every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that, (Do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite, (Dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (Fuck you do that)
I can't be there all the time (All the time)
But you know, I gotta prove that, (Gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon, (Nah)
I got something 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.
[Verse: Lil Tracy]
Yeah, 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.
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Club lights, we fight every night, (Every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that, (Do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite, (Dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (Fuck you do that)
I can't be there all the time (All the time)
But you know, I gotta prove that, (Gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon, (Nah)
I got something 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.
Club lights, we fight every night, (Every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that, (Do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite, (Dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (Fuck you do that)
I can't be there all the time (All the time)
But you know, I gotta prove that, (Gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon, (Nah)
I got something 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.
[Verse: Lil Tracy]
Yeah, 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.
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Club lights, we fight every night, (Every night)
Baby, I don't wanna do that, (Do that)
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite, (Dirty Sprite)
She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (Fuck you do that)
I can't be there all the time (All the time)
But you know, I gotta prove that, (Gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon, (Nah)
I got something 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.
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