Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Show Walk away as the door slams (door slams) I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung 3 a.m., climbin′ through your window 3 a.m., climbin′ through your window Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Walk away as the door slams (door slams) Writer(s): Jonathan Christopher Shave, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Jason Pebworth, Gustav Elijah Ahr, George Astasio, Cody Littlefield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Lil Peep, Lil Tracy
Lil PeepLil Peep Year:2019464 Views Playlists:#1 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.comClub 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 f*ck you do that?" (how the f*ck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime 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? 3AM, 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 3AM, 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 f*ck you do that?" (how the f*ck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime 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 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great SingerWritten by: Cody Littlefield, George Astasio, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Jonathan Christopher Shave Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind CitationUse the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:Missing lyrics by Lil Peep?Know any other songs by Lil Peep? Don't keep it to yourself!Watch the song videoWalk Away as the Door Slams
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