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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Christopher
Christopher
Stimme und Gesang
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Stimme und Gesang
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Tasteninstrumente
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Schlagzeug
Lasse Boman
Lasse Boman
Akustische Gitarre
Louis Nordsø
Louis Nordsø
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Carsten Skov
Carsten Skov
Musiker:in
Julius Aas
Julius Aas
Musiker:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Songwriter:in
Christopher Lund Nissen
Christopher Lund Nissen
Songwriter:in
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Songwriter:in
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Produzent:in
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Produzent:in
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Michael Ilbert
Michael Ilbert
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

When I see you now, I crack a smile
Oh girl, you don't even see the bigger picture
Still acting like a child wilding out
Oh girl, and that's the reason why I ain't with ya
Now you want me but can't get it back
All on me, you can't get it back
Trust me, ain't no getting back with you
Now you looking like, had a heart attack
Tryna get it right, that's too bad
You should find your way to the exit
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
I see from miles away, you're so afraid of who you are
That's why you act like you're the victim
You love to play the game, what a shame
But you lost, now you gotta look yourself in the mirror
Now you want me but can't get it back
All on me, you can't get it back
Trust me, ain't no getting back with you
Now you looking like, had a heart attack
Tryna get it right, that's too bad
You should find your way to the exit
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya
(Yeah, you already know)
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
(Don't let it hit ya baby, haha)
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya where the Lord split ya
Don't let your new man think that he the ****
Cause everybody know I'm the ****
And the pockets only getting bigger
Quit acting like you're independent
You about as lonely as a single digit
Who you think you fooling? You think you kidding?
Acting like your pussy worth a million, nope
I be on to the next bitch
You was just another chick off the checklist
Matter of fact, you ain't even make my ex-list
Shit, all you made was an exit
Basquiat, can you get the picture?
Of how I ain't fucking with ya
Let me say it just a little clearer, ****
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Don't let the door hit ya
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
On the way out, oh
Don't let it, don't let it hit ya
Let's go
Woo, Chris
B. Beal
Don't let the door hit ya
Where the Lord split ya
I ain't fuckin' with ya
And you know this
Woo, we on top of the world
Written by: Brandon Beal, Christopher Lund Nissen, Frederik Nordsø, Fridolin Nordsø
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