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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Camila Cabello
Camila Cabello
Stimme und Gesang
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Synthesizer
Aaron Shadrow
Aaron Shadrow
Gitarre
Pablo Diaz-Reixa
Pablo Diaz-Reixa
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Camila Cabello
Camila Cabello
Songwriter:in
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Songwriter:in
Aaron Shadrow
Aaron Shadrow
Songwriter:in
Pablo Diaz-Reixa
Pablo Diaz-Reixa
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
El Guincho
El Guincho
Produzent:in
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Produzent:in
Aaron Shadrow
Aaron Shadrow
Produzent:in
Brad Lauchert
Brad Lauchert
Mischtechniker:in
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mischtechniker:in
Bart Schoudel
Bart Schoudel
Produzent:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Ingenieur:in
Mitch Bederman
Mitch Bederman
Mischtechniker:in, 3D-Audio

Lyrics

Oh, no No, no, no, no, no I don't know where I am with you, I'm confused I need more from you, that's the truth, more of you Last time got a bad review, hated you But I see why I tried with you, the reason's you And you laugh when I say, "You're such a dick sometimes" We might be alright, we might be alright And I laugh when you say I'm such a bitch sometimes We probably won't work, but, baby, maybe we just might It feels like I'm livin' in limbo I'm not yours or mine, I'm somewhere in the middle, okay You're so tall, you just made me feel even more little, babe I just want a good night, scrеwin' in all my life Want you to hold me tight, tell mе that we're alright I don't want you on the phone, feel better on my own Remind myself I'm grown, I could do what I want, yeah 20-somethings in love, in lust, in confusion 20-somethings, dancin' while our hearts are bruisin' Leave Manhattan, cross the bridge over to Brooklyn When it comes to us, I don't know what the fuck I'm doin', doin' 20-somethings, should've left the party sooner 20-somethings, gotta have a sense of humor When it comes to us, don't know what the fuck I'm doin' 'Bout to lose service, I'm in the elevator "If you're down, maybe we could do somethin' later" Fuck does that mean? I need a translator I don't get it, straight up I just want a good night (uh-huh), screwin' in all my life (all my life) Want you to hold me tight, tell me that we're alright I don't want you on the phone, feel better on my own Remind myself I'm grown, I could do what I want, yeah 20-somethings in love, in a lust, in confusion 20-somethings, dancin' while our hearts are bruisin' Leave Manhattan, cross the bridge over to Brooklyn When it comes to us, I don't know what the fuck I'm doin', doin' 20-somethings, should've left the party sooner (oh, yeah) 20-somethings, gotta have a sense of humor When it comes to us, don't know what the fuck I'm doin' Oh, oh I don't know what the fuck I'm doin' No, no, no Oh
Writer(s): Pablo Diaz-reixa Diaz, Jasper Lee Harris, Karla Camila Cabello, Aaron Shadrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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