Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jorja Douglas
Vocals
Renee Downer
Vocals
Stella Quaresma
Vocals
MNEK
Programming
Aminata Kabba
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorja Douglas
Songwriter
Renee Downer
Songwriter
Stella Quaresma
Songwriter
Jamal Woon
Songwriter
Uzoechi Emenike
Songwriter
Talay Riley
Songwriter
Cole Ostrin
Songwriter
Gabriel Davies
Songwriter
MNEK
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamal Woon
Producer
Cole YoursTruly.
Producer
MNEK
Vocal Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Federico Giordano
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ohad Nissim
Mastering Engineer
Gabriel Davies
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, hooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Nooo
Oooh, you were way too insecure to be in love
what a way what a way to Fuck a good thing up
Truueeee
Blowing up my line when you see me blowing up
There's nothing to discuss, yeah, yeah
[PreChorus]
I am so sick of these ****
They never deliver
Then get in they feelings, they feelings
But I ain’t gone cry no more
I ain’t gone cry no more
Know I stay focused on me
no I don’t need a thing
I did it on my own
Get hits on my own
lit on my own
[Chorus]
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, hooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy just look at me now
Face on every poster can't escape me, you ooh-ooh
You’re old news
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Now I love myself to death
Oooh
[Verse 2]
I’m a pop star like Rihanna
The stitching expensive, either Fenty or it's Prada
First class on my flights, now, I go where I wanna
Built myself a good life that you'll never be a part of, oh, nooo
[PreChorus]
I am so sick of these ****
They never deliver
Then get in feelings, they feelings
But I ain’t gone cry no more
I ain’t gone cry no more
Know I stay focused on me
no I don’t need a thing
I did it on my own
Get hits on my own
lit on my own
[Chorus]
I would hate to be my ex (I would hate to be)
Glad I moved on to the next (I love that for me)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy just look at me now
Face on every poster can't escape me, you ooh-ooh
You're old news
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Now I love myself to death
[Bridge]
I bet you miss me now, now
You wanna be down, down
But Its far too lateeee
You know I'm over you, yeah
[Outro]
I would hate to be my ex
Glad I moved on to the next
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my
Written by: Cole Ostrin, Gabriel, Gabriel Davies, Jamal Woon, Jay Eniola, Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Skippz, Stella Quaresma, Talay Riley, Uzoechi Emenike