Bài hát Lost In Amsterdam - Mowe, Jonasu, Eskeemo. Let's get lost, lost in Amsterdam. We'll be strolling 'round the canals and dance. Lost in Amsterdam. Verse 1. Baby, don't you cry. Don't believe a
Gold on the ceiling, do it for the feeling. Not for the paycheck. Rolling palm trees, yeah, no stress season. Feet up and I'm laid back. So high, can't even take my jacket off. Smoke from my lips look
Driving down the four-five. Running all the stop signs. The way you're touching my skin. The way you're making me sin. Laying in your back seat. So put your magic on me. Come on tie me up in your stri
