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 somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams