Back With My People

What the hell am I doing here
This place smells like sadness and beer
And I can hear all the shit that you're saying about me
Gossiping, whispering like you're the only one near
And these monotone beats and the gray clouds above
Are really depressing me, this ain't my atmosphere

I'd rather be back with my people
Back with my crowd
Blasting out our music and singing it out loud
Instead I'm sitting here with these people I don't know so
Forgive my manners but I really gotta go
I'd love to stay here longer with your drink in my hand
But I really don't belong here, I hope you understand
I'm biting my nails with nothing to do
Thinking what'd be like to be next to you tonight

Don't mind me, it don't mean nothing
That I don't wanna stay and hear your laughing
About some irrelevant comments about what this girl wore
"Oh my god, what a whore" I can't take this anymore
I need to get out of here ASAP, better nobody than bad company
Baby

I'd rather be back with my people
Back with my crowd
Blasting out our music and singing it out loud
Instead I'm sitting here with these people I don't know so
Forgive my manners but I really gotta go
I'd love to stay here longer with your drink in my hand
But I really don't belong here, I hope you understand
I'm biting my nails with nothing to do
Thinking what'd be like to be next to you tonight

I'd rather be back with my people
Back with my crowd
Blasting out our music and singing it out loud
Instead I'm sitting here with these people I don't know so
Forgive my manners but I really gotta go
I'd love to stay here longer with your drink in my hand
But I really don't belong here, I hope you understand
I'm biting my nails with nothing to do
Thinking what'd be like to be next to you tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Gemma Timpano
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