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Lil Peep - walk away as the door slams (feat. lil tracy) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Peep
Lil Peep
Vocals
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Sampled Artist
Lil Tracy
Lil Tracy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gustav Ahr
Gustav Ahr
Songwriter
Jazz Butler
Jazz Butler
Songwriter
Cody Littlefield
Cody Littlefield
Songwriter
Mark Hoppus
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Cortex
Yung Cortex
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 (Know I gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon (Nah)
I got something to do, yeah
[Verse 2]
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 going to Hell
Walk away as the door slams
[Verse 3]
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?
[Verse 4]
3 a.m., 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
[Verse 5]
3 a.m., 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
[Verse 6]
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 (Know I gotta prove that)
I can't leave here anytime soon (Nah)
I got something to do, yeah
[Verse 7]
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 going to Hell
Walk away as the door slams
Written by: Cody Littlefield, Gustav Ahr, Jazz Butler, Mark Hoppus, Travis Barker

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