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