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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Down
Tommy Down
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Down
Tommy Down
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rhys Lewis
Rhys Lewis
Producer

Lyrics

I don't like this club but i'm here again
I don't like these jeans but they're cheap Monday
We're drinking from a bottle of bad champagne
God i hate the taste, yeah i hate this place
I walk up in my Reeboks, take a look at what she's got
oh Versace and Gucci, yeah she's looking right through me
oh she don't even know me but now we're taking a selfie
well it's all just so hollow, hope she tags me tomorrow though, yeah.
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
I don't really smoke but i'll stand the rain
Cos waiting inside alone was getting lame
She offers a drag and i don't hesitate
God i hate the taste, yeah i hate this place
I feel my principals sinking with every sip in my system
I don't know what i'm saying and i'm too drunk to listen
Yeah i don't even know her, but i'm taking her number
Well it's all just so hollow, i'll probably text her tomorrow though, yeah
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
I think i'm cool, i'm cooler then you
You think you're cool, you're cooler then me
Lets just agree to disagree
I think i'm cool, i'm cooler then you
You think you're cool, you're cooler then me
Lets just agree to disagree
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
We're Super Superficial, Super Superficial
Written by: Tommy Down
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