Good Times

It seems like the end of the world, but it calms me
They ask me in what language I dream, what a question
My exes have a group chat and they only talk about me
You make fun of me

Nice atmosphere
Please don't kill my mood, come on (Uh)
Who cares about your buts, your ifs, your blah-blah?
I want to be in good times (I want to be in good times)

Nice atmosphere (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't kill my mood, come on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Love at first sight, you ask Franklin
Journalists multiply, gremlins
I've already answered that question if you reread
What you say, no, no, it's not radio friendly
I'm just a storyteller, sometimes I throw a party
I look for you in stories even for two frames
These people make stories with other people's tables
And I go down, down, down—

Nice atmosphere (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't kill my mood, come on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who cares about your buts, your ifs, your blah-blah?
I want to be in good times (I want to be in good times)

Everything's fine, everything's going smoothly
Certain friends, the less you see them, the more you love them
Whole nights with those who don't ask how you are

Please don't kill my mood, come on
Please don't kill my mood, come on
Who cares about your buts, your ifs, your blah-blah?
I want to be in good times (I want to be in good times)

Nice atmosphere (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't kill my mood, come on (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who cares about your buts, your ifs, your blah-blah?
I want to be in good times (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nice atmosphere (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't kill my mood, come on (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't kill my mood, come on (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want to be in good times