Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GOLDA
GOLDA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Konrad Birnbauer
Konrad Birnbauer
Songwriter
Calvin Bynum
Calvin Bynum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GOLDA
GOLDA
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Without further warning
Keep your hands off so you won't break
Won't be here in the morning
No more coffee, peanut butter pancakes
Need to be on my own, gotta go
Press the red button put it on tape
Candy coat, Camaro
I'll be off to a different state
[Verse 2]
Creepin' like a villain
Walkin' off of the nasty murder scene
Little blood was spillin'
But it's still murder in the first degree
You knew that I would leave you
I would leave you here with nothin'
I'ma leave with your lights turned low
And every time I kiss you when our world was so, so bad
You could tell that we dyin' slow
[Verse 3]
Now I got a black suit on
Scenery is like a funeral
Body bag and my two-door
Got sheets to cover it up
Yeah, neighbors mean, they ain't seen
Nothing strange or they cannot recall
Broken dream, coming clean
Settle all emotion back to default
[Verse 4]
Creepin' like a villain
Walkin' off of the nasty murder scene
Little blood was spillin'
But it's still murder in the first degree
You knew that I would leave you
I would leave you here with nothin'
I'ma leave with your lights turned low
And every time I kiss you when our world was so, so bad
You could tell that we dyin' slow
[Verse 5]
Her last will is like a love letter
Tryna bury you in my thoughts
And not to get caught like a lover letter
Put the shovel down in the dirt
Standing there, can't find the word
The last will is like a love letter
As a look in silence at the stone
Letters spell memories of home
It reads like a love letter
Rain don't stop, all my lillies drop
When I see a cop pullin'
[Verse 6]
Creepin' like a villain
Walkin' off of the nasty murder scene
Little blood was spillin'
But it's still murder in the first degree
You knew that I would leave you
I would leave you here with nothin'
I'ma leave with your lights turned low
And every time I kiss you when our world was so, so bad
You could tell that we dyin' slow
Written by: Calvin Bynum, Konrad Birnbauer
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