walk away as the door slams - Carlie Hanson

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

I got something to do, yeah

Walk away as the door slams

You got blood on your poor hands

I just wanted to help, now I’m going 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 that you loved me, do you still think that?

3AM, climbing through your window

Ounce of the kush, blowing smoke out your window

You’re a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines

Step inside the club, cameras flashing in my eyes

3AM, climbing through your window

Ounce of the kush, blowing smoke out your window

You’re a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines

Step inside the club, cameras flashing in my eyes

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

I got something to do, yeah

Walk away as the door slams

You got blood on your poor hands

I just wanted to help, now I’m going to hell

Walk away as the door slams