ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JP Cooper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
Alessia Caracciolo
Songwriter
Coleridge Tillman
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Robert Gerongco
Songwriter
Samuel Gerongco
Songwriter
Warren Felder
Songwriter
Terence Lam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam "Cecil" Bartlett
Producer
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Somewhere in the corner
Under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who's hollerin'
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
Whoa, here, whoa, here
Whoa, I ask myself, "What am I doin' here?"
Whoa, here, whoa, here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
[Verse 3]
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 some music with a message
(Like we usually do)
And we'd discuss our big dreams, how we plan
To take over the planet, so pardon my manners
I hope you'll understand that I'll be here
[Verse 4]
Not there in the kitchen with the girl who's always gossipin'
About her friends, so tell 'em 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
(Whoa, no, no, no-oh)
Oh, God, why am I here?
[Verse 5]
Whoa, here, whoa, here
Whoa, I ask myself what am I doin' here
Whoa, here, whoa, here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
[Verse 6]
Hours later congregatin' next to the refrigerator
Some girl's talkin' '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 offerin'
And I'm done talkin'
Awfully sad it had to 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
[Verse 7]
Whoa, whoa, oh, no, I ask myself what am I doin' here
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, no, 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, no, no
No, no, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ay, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no
Written by: Alessia Caracciolo, Andrew Wansel, Coleridge Tillman, Isaac Hayes, Robert Gerongco, Samuel Gerongco, Terence Lam, Warren Felder


