Getting There
Written by Brooks Huntley, Mary Kutter, and Eitan Snyder
Vocals, guitar, and production by Brooks Huntley

Verse 1:
Do you ever feel a little bit lost in the universe?
Like nothing’s going right, nothing’s going wrong, it’s you vs.
The life you want and the life you have
I start talking too much when I’m throwing them back
I know you didn’t ask, but

Chorus:
I’m getting there, getting there, there
I just don’t know where that is
But I’m getting there, getting there, there
I just wish that I knew when
Little by little, I’m here in the middle
And it’ll get better, I swear
I’m getting there, getting there, there
I’m getting there

Verse 2:
I know I don’t know you, but I think we’re a lot alike
Probably got your heart broke, hell, you probably don’t even know why
I’ve been there, down that deep hole
So many things I wish I’d known
But the truth is in the losing you might find

Chorus:
You’re getting there, getting there, there
You just don’t know where that is
But you’re getting there, getting there, there
You  just wish that you knew when
Little by little, you’re here in the middle
And it’ll get better, I swear
You’re getting there, getting there, there
You’re getting there

Bridge:
If you want another, brother, it’s on me
No “IOU”s, just promise me
That you’ll keep this in mind next time you’re down
Even if I don’t see you around

Chorus:
We’re all getting there, getting there, there
We just don’t know where that is
But we’re getting there, getting there, there
We  just wish that we knew when
Little by little, we’re here in the middle
And it’ll get better, I swear
We’re all getting there, getting there, there
We’re all getting there
We’re all getting there, getting there, there
We’re all getting there

Getting There (Huntley/Kutter/Snyder)

Blame LA
Written by Stacy Citron, Hera Lynn, and Eitan Snyder
Produced by Colby Lapolla
Released October 22, 2022

Verse 1:
Did you think three months rent was all you had to save? 
Did you think one good song was all that it would take? 
Meet in line, get a number 
Overnight, get discovered 
Well, when that doesn’t work out 

Chorus:
You can’t just blame LA 
When things don’t go your way  
You can’t just fold your cards 
The second it gets hard
It’s not the city’s fault 
Every time you’re lost 
You can flip it off but it’s not gonna change 
You can’t just blame LA 

Verse 2:
Now look at you, telling everybody that you can 
That it’d be you, if someone big would just give you a chance 
You got so much potential 
But no one here really gets ‘ya 
You can say it till you’re blue in the face 
But

Chorus:
You can’t just blame LA 
When things don’t go your way 
You can’t just fold your cards 
The second it gets hard 
It’s not the city’s fault 
Every time you’re lost 
You can flip it off but it’s not gonna change 
You can’t just blame LA 

Bridge
I got so jaded
Thinking I was owed a lucky break and something had to give 
‘Cause of where I live 

Chorus:
But I can’t just blame LA 
When things don’t go my way  
I can’t just fold my cards 
The second it gets hard 
It’s not the city’s fault 
Every time I’m lost 
Yeah, I flipped it off ‘cause I thought it would change
You can’t just blame LA 
You can’t just blame LA
I can’t just blame LA 
You can’t just blame LA

Blame LA - Stacy Citron

Money in the Bank
Translation of Million Dollar by Noa Kirel by Eitan Snyder
Million Dollar written by Noa Kirel, Ron Biton, Yarden “Jordi” Peleg, Etai Shimoni, and Shahar Saul

Lookin’ like this (money in the bank)
Gloss on my lips (money in the bank)
Check out my hips (they’re money in the bank)
Money in the bank, money in the bank, money in the bank

No, no, no, trying to buy me won’t get you inside, yeah you know mami
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can decide, do whatever you like but if you mami
If you know what you want, come on
I’ll give you more than you got, come on
If you win like a millionaire, then I’ll be there
If you know what you want, come on
I’ll give you more than you got, come on
But if you want to lose it all
It’s all your fault ‘cause I’m

Lookin’ like this (money in the bank)
Gloss on my lips (money in the bank)
Check out my hips (they’re money in the bank)
Money in the bank, money in the bank, money in the bank

No, no, no, treat me like change and then I’ll walk away like I do, mami
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I like it green, yeah you know what I mean, ‘cause it’s true mami
I’m on fire, yalla esh, mami
Give me water, keep it wet, mami
Got me fancy, excuse my French
S’il vous plait

Lookin’ like this (money in the bank)
Gloss on my lips (money in the bank)
Check out my hips (money in the bank)
Money in the bank, money in the bank, money in the bank

Lookin’ like that
Baby you fire, you stylin’, got flash
Mixin’ a lot ‘cause that baby got back
Noa, it’s over, you make me go mad
I’ll take it in cash
Money in the bank, I’ve got it all night
Cashing checks, spending it, baby I’m buyin’
Money in the bank, I’m hangin’ with tens
Got a couple millions and a Mercedes Benz when you’re lookin’ like this

Lookin’ like this (money in the bank)
Gloss on my lips (money in the bank)
Check out my hips (they’re money in the bank)
Money in the bank, money in the bank, money in the bank

Money In The Bank (translation of Million Dollar by Noa Kirel)

Alone in a Stadium
Written by Logan Bolton, Alex Lipshaw, and Eitan Snyder

A hundred thousand is just a number
When you see ‘em all at one time
All together we bring the thunder
But one person needs a big mic
I can’t hear you over the voices
Shouting down at me from my head
Boy made good from all his bad choices
But you’re looking somewhere instead
I was down and out, I’ve been counted out, could be dead by now but I’m not
While you stalk your ex and send break up texts while I’m up here shooting my shot and

Now, you’ll show off your clout
So I know that you’re fake enough
But me, for real, all I feel is
Alone in a Stadium

Hope your world is super exciting
Hope you’re slaying dragons and bears
Something hotter than a girl’s Onlyfans
As if somebody else cares
It’s an elephant in the room
And you know elephants don’t forget
You can hunt me down for a selfie
Check me fucker, I’m standing right here

Now, you’ll show off your clout
So I know that you’re fake enough
But me, for real, all I feel is
Alone in a Stadium
I’m calling for help, like a yell
Still no one is listening
So, stay on your phone
All Alone in a Stadium

Now, you’ll show off your clout
So I know that you’re fake enough
But me, for real, all I feel is
Alone in a Stadium
I’m calling for help, like a yell
Still no one is listening
So, stay on your phone
All Alone in a Stadium

Alone in a Stadium - LoBo (unreleased)

Not Worth Falling For
Topline by Eitan Snyder
Track by Nehemie Gunga
Produced by Alex Lipshaw

One step forward and two going back
You get closer and I overreact
Can’t be afraid of going for it
You’re in my space but not my orbit

I am not feeling this like I thought
The second I go, you don’t anymore
Yeah I’ll do all or nothing once
Opening doors you’ll shut
I can’t keep falling in love with someone
Who’s not worth falling for

I feel it slowing down to a crawl
It’s either going or not at all
If I want something that you can’t give me
If it’s not coming, let me leave, no

I am not feeling this like I thought
The second I go, you don’t anymore
Yeah I’ll do all or nothing once
Opening doors you’ll shut
I can’t keep falling in love with someone
Who’s not worth falling for

Not Worth Falling For (Gunga/Snyder)

Tornadoes
Topline by Eitan Snyder
Track by Alex Lipshaw

You and me, we be like tornadoes
Blowing through our payroll
Like we got it made and we might
Counting all the ways we
Drive these fuckas crazy
To catch up with this A-Team tonight

Everybody now, watch out, you hearin’ that sound? We’re outta control
Down like shawty up on that pole
Homies like fire, stop, drop, and roll
Popping champagne and going insane, life in the fast lane all night
I’m a Bugatti flashing his lights
Damn stop falling behind
We’re speed demons, no reason but feeling like a million bucks
We got plenty, all twenties and an empty cup
Bottle service on the surface ain’t for working guys like us
But tonight we hit the lights and everybody’s turning up

Act of God, got it on lock, you know we do
Drippin’ attitude out of every corner booth
Power trip, let it rip, got nowhere to go
But got somewhere to be

You and me, we be like tornadoes
Blowing through our payroll
Like we got it made and we might
Counting all the ways we
Drive these fuckas crazy
To catch up with this A-Team tonight
Yeah we going psycho
But it’s alright though
Like an iPhone we upgrade
Blasting through the front door
Like we get a high score
Spinning ‘round the floor like tornadoes

This cat playing diss tracks on the dispatch
Miss me with the chitchat, let me hit that
Turn the music up and break it open like a Kit Kat
They know where we at so they’ll know where to go

You and me, we be like tornadoes
Blowing through our payroll
Like we got it made and we might
Counting all the ways we
Drive these fuckas crazy
To catch up with this A-Team tonight
Yeah we going psycho
But it’s alright though
Like an iPhone we upgrade
Blasting through the front door
Like we get a high score
Spinning ‘round the floor like tornadoes

Tornadoes (Lipshaw/Snyder)

Airtight Alibi
Written by Drew Bostwick, Andrew Vendelis, and Eitan Snyder

You’re never there until I have a breakdown, breakdown
Pretend you care because you wanna make out, make out
With every trick you wanna pull on me, I push through, push through
I’m getting sick of what it takes to love you, love you

So walk away, pretend it hurts
And make your name telling the story in reverse
Want you stay to make it worse
Never get away with it
I’m keeping all the evidence

I’ll show the world who you are
What you did to my heart
And it might tell ‘em why
I got an airtight alibi

Your fingerprints are on me like a tattoo, last clue
So take the hint, ‘cause karma’s gonna catch you, catch you

You walked away, kicked up the dirt
You’re never gonna get that off your mini-skirt
You made your play, you’re so rehearsed
See your shadow in the light
You can let ‘em pick a side and

I’ll show the world who you are
What you did to my heart
And it might tell ‘em why
I got an airtight alibi

You took what you needed and left me to bleed 
You thought you could get everyone to believe that
Your motives were pure when you walked out the door
I’ll be sure to make everyone see

I’ll show the world who you are
What you did to my heart
‘Cause it’s time to settle the score
Put the chain on my door
Because I’ll let ‘em know what you did
To get crossed off the list
And it might tell ‘em why
I got an airtight alibi

Airtight Alibi (Bostwick/Vendelis/Snyder)

Hi! 😃 My name is Eitan Snyder (pronounced like Akon with a “T”) and I am a multi-genre songwriter based in Nashville since June 2021. Whether it’s pop or country, Latin pop in Spanish or Israeli pop in Hebrew, CCM or EDM, any combination of those or anything not listed - if you can name it, I can write it!

I am proud to be from the DMV, born in Washington D.C. and raised in nearby Rockville, MD. I graduated in May 2018 from the University of Miami’s Frost School of Music (Go Canes!), where I earned a Bachelor of Music degree in Music Business. While at Miami, I sang in Frost’s highly acclaimed choral, jazz, salsa, and songwriting ensembles. 

You can find my music on my Linktree as well as on Instagram, YouTube, Tiktok, and Facebook where I had been posting new songs 5 times a week. I am on a hiatus from that until October 2022.

In short, I am a little…eclectic, but above all else consistent, responsible, prolific, easy to work with, and focused on making good music. 

I am always looking for new artists, songwriters, producers, and other creative people to work with, so please reach out if you are looking for a friendly new collaborator!

Eitan Snyder

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