Walk Away as the Door Slams - Current Joys/YOUR ANGEL.lrc

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[00:03.395]Club lights, we fight every night
[00:07.085]Baby, l dont wanna do that
[00:09.311]Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
[00:12.183]She is like, “How the **** you do that?”
[00:16.522]l cant be there all the time
[00:19.703]But you know l gotta prove that
[00:21.423]l cant leave here anytine soon
[00:25.031]l got somethin' to do, yeah
[00:28.043]Walk away as the door slams
[00:30.758]You got blood on your poor hands
[00:34.984]l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
[00:38.328]Walk away as the door slams
[00:41.431]Walk away as the door slams
[00:44.310]You got blood on your poor hands
[00:46.549]l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
[00:50.378]Walk away as the door slams
[00:52.552]l know you wanna FaceTime, baby , l have Samsung
[00:55.208]When l met your mom, she told me l was handsome
[00:58.729]You told me l'm sexy, do you still think that?
[01:01.596]You told me you loved me, do you still think that?
[01:04.935]3AM, climbin' through your window
[01:07.825]Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out of your window
[01:10.961]You're a thusand miles away, l snort a thousand lines
[01:14.647]Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
[01:17.737]Walk away as the door slams
[01:21.235]You got blood on your poor hands
[01:24.639]l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
[01:27.728]Walk away as the Door slams
文本歌词
Club lights, we fight every night
Baby, l dont wanna do that
Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
She is like, “How the **** you do that?”
l cant be there all the time
But you know l gotta prove that
l cant leave here anytine soon
l got somethin' to do, yeah
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
Walk away as the door slams
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
Walk away as the door slams
l know you wanna FaceTime, baby , l have Samsung
When l met your mom, she told me l was handsome
You told me l'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 of your window
You're a thusand miles away, l snort a thousand lines
Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
l just wanted to help, now l'm goin' to hell
Walk away as the Door slams