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