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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christopher
Christopher
Vocals
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Vocals
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Keyboards
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Drums
Lasse Boman
Lasse Boman
Acoustic Guitar
Louis Nordsø
Louis Nordsø
Additional Vocals
Carsten Skov
Carsten Skov
Musician
Julius Aas
Julius Aas
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Songwriter
Christopher Lund Nissen
Christopher Lund Nissen
Songwriter
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Songwriter
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Producer
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Michael Ilbert
Michael Ilbert
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When I see you now, I crack a smile Oh girl, you don't even see the bigger picture Still acting like a child wilding out Oh girl, and that's the reason why I ain't with ya Now you want me but can't get it back All on me, you can't get it back Trust me, ain't no getting back with you Now you looking like, had a heart attack Tryna get it right, that's too bad You should find your way to the exit Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya I see from miles away, you're so afraid of who you are That's why you act like you're the victim You love to play the game, what a shame But you lost, now you gotta look yourself in the mirror Now you want me but can't get it back All on me, you can't get it back Trust me, ain't no getting back with you Now you looking like, had a heart attack Tryna get it right, that's too bad You should find your way to the exit Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya (Yeah, you already know) Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh (Don't let it hit ya baby, haha) Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya where the Lord split ya Don't let your new man think that he the nigga Cause everybody know I'm the nigga And the pockets only getting bigger Quit acting like you're independent You about as lonely as a single digit Who you think you fooling? You think you kidding? Acting like your pussy worth a million, nope I be on to the next bitch You was just another chick off the checklist Matter of fact, you ain't even make my ex-list Shit, all you made was an exit Basquiat, can you get the picture? Of how I ain't fucking with ya Let me say it just a little clearer, nigga Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Let's go Woo, Chris B. Beal Don't let the door hit ya Where the Lord split ya I ain't fuckin' with ya And you know this Woo, we on top of the world
Writer(s): Christopher Lund Nissen, Frederik Tao Nordsoe Schjoldan, Brandon Beal, Fridolin Nordso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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