Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Young
Vocals
Matt Zara
Guitar
Conor Dickinson
Guitar
Jared Solomon
Guitar
Will Brown
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lola Young
Songwriter
Matt Zara
Songwriter
Conor Dickinson
Songwriter
Jared Solomon
Songwriter
Will Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solomonophonic
Producer
Matt Zara
Producer
Manuka
Producer
Jared Solomon
Engineer
Nathan Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can you come around?
Fuck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
And we can pretend that we're in love
[Verse 2]
When you come around
I'll wear red
I'll forget all the awful things you've ever said
Though we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
[Chorus]
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
And next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
[Verse 3]
But then you come around
At 10 p.m.
We watch TV
We break the bed
And we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
[Chorus]
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
And next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
[Refrain]
You come around
Fuck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
[Chorus]
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
And next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead for a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
Written by: Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Lola Young, Matt Zara, William Brown