作词 : Travis Barker/Mark Hoppus/Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield

作曲 : Gustav Åhr/Jazz Butler/Cody Littlefield/Mark Hoppus/Travis Barker

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 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

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 d