Lyrics Lido – Here (Thoughts From A Tour Bus)
Text:
Lido:
Sorry if I seem a little disconnected
I think that my perspective is a little bit affected
By this crowdy, cloudy backstage that I’ve slept in
For the past couple of seconds
While my crew is fuckin’ thrivin’
Cause really I would rather be alone somewhere with speakers
Cause I got more love for keyboards
Than these strangers I’m surrounded by
I don’t care, don’t try, I don’t need a session
But please enjoy my rider and refreshments
Meanwhile I’ll be over here
Somewhere on a tour bus
In a city I don’t know how to pronounce
And I’m not sure exactly where
And shorty heard I got some fame
So now she tryna give me brain
But can’t pronounce my fuckin’ name
Why am I here?
While my crew is fuckin’ thrivin’
Cause really I would rather be alone somewhere with speakers
Cause I got more love for keyboards
Than these strangers I’m surrounded by
I don’t care, don’t try, I don’t need a session
But please enjoy my rider and refreshments
Meanwhile I’ll be over here
Somewhere on a tour bus
In a city I don’t know how to pronounce
And I’m not sure exactly where
And shorty heard I got some fame
So now she tryna give me brain
But can’t pronounce my fuckin’ name
Why am I here?
Lido & Alessia Cara:
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I ask myself, what am I doin’ here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
And I can’t wait to get the fuck up out this
Lido:
Plaqued out office, wish this thing was over
Tryna keep my damn composure
Cause he thinks in full disclosure
That I’m latchin’ on to records he commissioned
Had to show him what was missin’
A composer on a mission, yeah it’s weird
Now every copycat’s a legend
If he knows ’bout major 7ths
While I’m sittin’ on some blessings I can’t share
Because this bald and rich executive
Don’t understand his record isn’t suffering from a flip I did
He scared
It’s all about the mingle
Every mothafuckin’ single sounds like travel agent jingles
Man I swear
Now I’m not usually this blunt
But you gon’ lose me to the punk
Or to the blues, I need to mothafuckin’ feel
Somewhere in an Uber with some lame-os
Tryna prove that he is goin’ to blow up but I can’t hear
This shitty demo that he bump over the rattle from the trunk
It doesn’t matter cause I’m drunk and I don’t care
Now every copycat’s a legend
If he knows ’bout major 7ths
While I’m sittin’ on some blessings I can’t share
Because this bald and rich executive
Don’t understand his record isn’t suffering from a flip I did
He scared
It’s all about the mingle
Every mothafuckin’ single sounds like travel agent jingles
Man I swear
Now I’m not usually this blunt
But you gon’ lose me to the punk
Or to the blues, I need to mothafuckin’ feel
Somewhere in an Uber with some lame-os
Tryna prove that he is goin’ to blow up but I can’t hear
This shitty demo that he bump over the rattle from the trunk
It doesn’t matter cause I’m drunk and I don’t care
Alessia Cara:
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I ask myself, what am I doin’ here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here
Oh I ask myself, what am I doin’ here?
Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here