作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield 作曲 : 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield [00:01.000] 作曲 : 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
