E G#m Club lights, we fight every night E Baby, I don't wanna do that G#m Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite E She like "how the fuck you do that?" G#m I can't be there all the time E But you know I gotta prove that F# I can't leave here anytime soon E/G# I got somethin' to do, yeah G#m Walk away as the door slams E/G# You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell F#7 E Walk away as the door slams