"Here" lyrics
(originally by Alessia Cara)
I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here, somewhere in the corner
Under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollering
I can hardly hear over this music I don't listen to
And I don't wanna get with you so tell my friends
That I'll be over here
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh-oh-oh I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me but honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen
To some music with a message (Like we usually do)
And we'll discuss our big dreams how we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it
That I'll be here, not there in the kitchen
With the girl who's always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I'll be here right next to the boy who's throwing up
'Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more
God why am I here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh-oh-oh I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Hours later congregating next to the refrigerator
Some girl's talking 'bout her haters, she ain't got none
How did it ever come to this, I shoulda never come to this
So holler at me, I'll be in the car when you're done
I'm standoffish, don't want what you're offering
And I'm done talking, awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready
And I'm standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I'll be over here
Oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh oh no
I' m gonna ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no, no
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Oh, no, no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
...
Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here, somewhere in the corner
Under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollering
I can hardly hear over this music I don't listen to
And I don't wanna get with you so tell my friends
That I'll be over here
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh-oh-oh I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me but honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen
To some music with a message (Like we usually do)
And we'll discuss our big dreams how we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it
That I'll be here, not there in the kitchen
With the girl who's always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I'll be here right next to the boy who's throwing up
'Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more
God why am I here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh-oh-oh I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Hours later congregating next to the refrigerator
Some girl's talking 'bout her haters, she ain't got none
How did it ever come to this, I shoulda never come to this
So holler at me, I'll be in the car when you're done
I'm standoffish, don't want what you're offering
And I'm done talking, awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready
And I'm standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I'll be over here
Oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh oh no
I' m gonna ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no, no
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Oh, no, no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
...
Writer(s): Isaac Hayes, Warren Felder, Samuel T. Gerongco, Robert T. Gerongco, Andrew Wansel, Coleridge Tillman, Terence Po Lun Lam, Alessia Caracciolo
