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Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
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Alessia Caracciolo
Alessia Caracciolo
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Coleridge Tillman
Coleridge Tillman
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Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
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Robert Gerongco
Robert Gerongco
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Samuel Gerongco
Samuel Gerongco
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Warren Felder
Warren Felder
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Terence Lam
Terence Lam
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Lyrics

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Or I'm not listening 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 please go back, please enjoy your party I'll be here Somewhere in the corner Under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollerin' And 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 I asked myself What am I doin' here? And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here Excuse me, if I seem a little unimpressed with this An antisocial 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 The music with a message, like we usually do And we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan, to take over the planet So pard on my manners, I hope you'll understand that I'll be here Not there in the kitchen With the girl who's always gossipin' about her friends Oh tell them I'll be here Right next to the boy who's throwin' up 'Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more Oh God why am I here? Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here Oh I asked myself What am I doin' here? Oh oh oh And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here Hours later congregatin' next to the refrigerator Some girl's talkin' 'bout a hater, she ain't got none How did it ever come to this? I should've never come to this So holla at me, I'll be in the car when you're done I'm stand-offish, don't want what you're offerin' And I'm done talkin', awfully sad it had t o be that way So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready And I'm standin' by the TV with my beanie low Yo I'll be over here Oh I asked myself, what am I doin' here? And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here What am I doin' here? Oh oh oh And I can't wait 'til we can... I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Writer(s): Isaac Hayes, Warren Felder, Samuel T. Gerongco, Robert T. Gerongco, Andrew Wansel, Coleridge Tillman, Terence Po Lun Lam, Alessia Caracciolo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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