Lyrics

Amsterdam on a Tuesday night Don't know anyone, but I guess that that's alright Drinks and smiles, tryna fake good times Telling everyone about how they got inside Don't know why this ain't feeling right Maybe I just don't get this vibe Why are we tryna fool ourselves We know we'd rather be, rather be somewhere else Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show Why don't we stay inside for the night Green tea instead of blow, baby let's take it slow Nobody around Telling us about His friend whose cousin knew Post Malone Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show Hollywood on a Wednesday night In a limousine, hoping to be seen Getting drunk, it's called good times It's the atmosphere, get me out of here Why are we tryna fool ourselves We know we're rather somewhere else Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show Why don't we stay inside for the night Green tea instead of blow, baby let's take it slow Nobody around Telling us about His friend whose cousin knew Post Malone Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show Don't know why this ain't feeling right Maybe I just don't get this vibe Why are we tryna fool ourselves We know we'd rather be, rather be somewhere else Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show Why don't we stay inside for the night Green tea instead of blow, baby let's take it slow Nobody around Telling us about His friend whose cousin knew Post Malone Why don't we stay inside for the night Sweaters as dressing code Watching our favorite show
Writer(s): Simon De Wit, Adriaan Persons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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