Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lauren Murray
Lead Vocals
Tyrone
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lauren Murray
Songwriter
Tyrone
Songwriter
Alfred James Millar
Songwriter
Mike Delinquent
Songwriter
Willfred Millar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trulee
Producer
Jack Junior
Producer
THATS JOJO
Producer
Lyrics
How Bout
You Get Yourself Out My House
Me And my Girls going Out Out
You better not be there
I swear, I am so done
Being round you ain't no fun
No I don't care what your on
You better not be there ,I swear
Guess What?
Pack up your bits and get Lost
You were just way to JEALOUS
And if it don't seem fair I don't care
Cause it's your loss
I'm moving on but your not
And if you come back my doors locked
So GET OUT
Alright first things first, delete my number
And guess what keep my jumper
Just booked me a flight to live my best life
I'm really outside this summer
Ima be poolside chillin
While your at home in your feelings
Might put my new girl on gram
She doing everything that you didn't
True say that I'm petty you get me
But that's how it goes if you upset me
Clocked your jealousy and envy
Left on read next when text me
I not gonna lie you lost it
Atleast I can admit when I'm toxic
For all my options you topped it
Now you ended up on top of my block list
Honestly I'm blocking you
So please don't try
And obviously you want me
But your not that guy
You must of been checking my last seen online
I can see you typing, but that doesn't mean I'm replying
So why don't you come round and grab
All your things,
Cause there's a bag outside and it's starting to rain.
I don't wanna go through this all again,
It's the only way you'll learn
How Bout
You Get Yourself Out My House
Me And my Girls going Out Out
You better not be there
I swear, I am so done
Being round you ain't no fun
No I don't care what your on
You better not be there ,I swear
Guess What?
Pack up your bits and get Lost
You were just way to JEALOUS
And if it don't seem fair I don't care
Cause it's your loss
I'm moving on but your not
And if you come back my doors locked
So GET OUT
Three strikes your out
Don't wanna see ya
So save your breath I don't believe ya
I'm not your mum or your cleaner
Go Hang with your Boys, Play FIFA
Truth is we ain't going nowhere
In a million years I wouldn't go there
Should of known from the start
We were falling apart
Said I broke your heart but I don't care
So why don't you come round and grab
All your things,
Cause there's a bag outside and it's starting to rain.
I don't wanna go through this all again,
It's the only way you'll learn
How Bout
You Get Yourself Out My House
Me And my Girls going Out Out
You better not be there
I swear, I am so done
Being round you ain't no fun
No I don't care what your on
You better not be there ,I swear
Guess What?
Pack up your bits and get Lost
You were just way to JEALOUS
And if it don't seem fair I don't care
Cause it's your loss
I'm moving on but your not
And if you come back my doors locked
So GET OUT
Written by: Alfred James Millar, Lauren Murray, Mike Delinquent, Tyrone, Willfred Millar