Club lights, we fight every night Baby, I don't wanna do that You're tight, 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 I got something to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams You got blood in your poor hands I just wanted to help Now I'm going to help Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood in your poor hands I just wanted to help Now I'm going to help 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 love me Do you still think that? 3 a.m. Climbing through your window Ounce of the kush blowing smoke out your window You're a thousand miles away I start a thousand lines Step inside the club Cameras flashing in my eyes Walk away as the door slams You got blood in your poor hands I just wanted to help Now I'm going to help Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood in your poor hands I just wanted to help Now I'm going to help Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams