Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alessia Cara
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alessia Caracciolo
Songwriter
Coleridge Tillman
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Robert Gerongco
Songwriter
Samuel Gerongco
Songwriter
Warren Felder
Songwriter
Terence Lam
Songwriter
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sebastian Kole
Producer
Kevin "Batos" Guardado
Assistant Producer
Todd Bergman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Daniela Rivera
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Wansel
Producer
Warren Felder
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I guess for now you've got the last laugh
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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 the 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
That I'll be here
[Verse 4]
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?
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 5]
Hours later, congregatin' 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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Alessia Caracciolo, Andrew Wansel, Coleridge Tillman, Isaac Hayes, Robert Gerongco, Samuel Gerongco, Terence Lam, Warren Felder