walk away as the door slams
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
[00:01.000] 作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
[00:15.54]Club lights, we fight every night
[00:19.35]Baby, I don't wanna do that
[00:22.49]Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
[00:26.48]She like "how the **** you do that?"
[00:29.56]I can't be there all the time
[00:33.55]But you know I gotta prove that
[00:36.62]I can't leave here anytime soon
[00:40.78]I got somethin' to do, yeah
[00:44.43]Walk away as the door slams
[00:47.78]You got blood on your poor hands
[00:51.24]I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
[00:54.72]Walk away as the door slams
[01:10.94]I know you wanna Facetime, baby, I have Samsung
[01:14.32]When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome
[01:18.17]You told me I'm ***y, do you still think that?
[01:21.66]You told me you loved me, do you still think that?
[01:25.38]3AM, climbin' through your window
[01:28.89]Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window
[01:32.94]You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
[01:36.96]Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
[01:39.85]3AM, climbin' through your window
[01:42.98]Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window
[01:47.04]You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
[01:50.92]Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
[01:54.87]Club lights, we fight every night
[01:58.63]Baby, I don't wanna do that
[02:01.67]Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
[02:05.67]She like "how the **** you do that?"
[02:09.11]I can't be there all the time
[02:12.75]But you know I gotta prove that
[02:16.09]I can't leave here anytime soon
[02:19.63]I got somethin' to do, yeah
[02:23.42]Walk away as the door slams
[02:28.70]You got blood on your poor hands
[02:30.89]I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
[02:34.00]Walk away as the door slams
[00:01.000] 作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
[00:15.54]Club lights, we fight every night
[00:19.35]Baby, I don't wanna do that
[00:22.49]Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
[00:26.48]She like "how the **** you do that?"
[00:29.56]I can't be there all the time
[00:33.55]But you know I gotta prove that
[00:36.62]I can't leave here anytime soon
[00:40.78]I got somethin' to do, yeah
[00:44.43]Walk away as the door slams
[00:47.78]You got blood on your poor hands
[00:51.24]I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
[00:54.72]Walk away as the door slams
[01:10.94]I know you wanna Facetime, baby, I have Samsung
[01:14.32]When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome
[01:18.17]You told me I'm ***y, do you still think that?
[01:21.66]You told me you loved me, do you still think that?
[01:25.38]3AM, climbin' through your window
[01:28.89]Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window
[01:32.94]You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
[01:36.96]Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
[01:39.85]3AM, climbin' through your window
[01:42.98]Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window
[01:47.04]You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
[01:50.92]Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
[01:54.87]Club lights, we fight every night
[01:58.63]Baby, I don't wanna do that
[02:01.67]Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
[02:05.67]She like "how the **** you do that?"
[02:09.11]I can't be there all the time
[02:12.75]But you know I gotta prove that
[02:16.09]I can't leave here anytime soon
[02:19.63]I got somethin' to do, yeah
[02:23.42]Walk away as the door slams
[02:28.70]You got blood on your poor hands
[02:30.89]I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell
[02:34.00]Walk away as the door slams
作曲 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
Club lights, we fight every night
Baby, I don't wanna do that
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
She like "how the **** 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
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 ***y, 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
Baby, I don't wanna do that
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
She like "how the **** 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
作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield
Club lights, we fight every night
Baby, I don't wanna do that
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
She like "how the **** 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
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 ***y, 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
Baby, I don't wanna do that
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
She like "how the **** 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
