Carlie Hanson walk away as the door slams текст песни, слова песни walk away as the door slams Carlie Hanson
Carlie Hanson - walk away as the door slams
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 something to do, yeah
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
I just wanted to help, now I'm going to hell
Walk away as the door slams
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
I just wanted to help, now I'm going 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 that you loved me, do you still think that?
3AM, climbing through your window
Ounce of the kush, blowing smoke out your window
You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
Step inside the club, cameras flashing 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 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 something to do, yeah
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
I just wanted to help, now I'm going to hell
Walk away as the door slams
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood on your poor hands
I just wanted to help, now I'm going to hell
Walk away as the door slams
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