"Here" lyrics

(I guess right now you've got the last laugh)



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

Oh 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 holla 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 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



Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh







Thanks to Christine for adding these lyrics.

Thanks to IMMA FLY DUDE, chchooo for correcting these lyrics.



Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Coleridge Tillman, Terence Po Lun Lam, Isaac Hayes, Samuel Gerongco, Robert Gerongco, Warren Felder, Alessia Caracciolo

