Lil Peep - Walk Away as The Door Slams Acoustic (ft. Lil Tracy Official Audio )
L☹VEPEEPLil Peep-Walk Away as The Door Slams Acoustic (ft. Lil Tracy Official Audio) Lyrics: Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "how the fuck you do that?" (how the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (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 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 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 (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "how the fuck you do that?" (how the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (poor hands) I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams
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Lil Peep-Walk Away as The Door Slams Acoustic (ft. Lil Tracy Official Audio) Lyrics: Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "how the fuck you do that?" (how the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (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 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 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 (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "how the fuck you do that?" (how the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (poor hands) I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams
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