Lil Peep & Lil Tracy
prod. yung cortex
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 (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 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 (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
