Frieda Warned Me

[Verse 1]
Scrolled one page
Saw the scrub brush shine
She said “let her clean”
I said “this feels unkind”
Dust on the shelf
But I’ll keep my health
I’ll live with crumbs
Before I end up done
[Chorus]
Frieda warned me
So the dust can stay
I’m alive with a messy duvet
Frieda warned me
I will not be framed
In the hardback cover with a chalk-outline name
Frieda warned me
I don’t need that thrill
I want clean plates
Not a feature in her next kill
[Verse 2]
Doorbell rings
“Hi
I mop and fold”
Smile too bright
Eyes a little cold
Said
“I read some stuff
Gonna pass this time”
You can’t temp me
With a lemon shine
[Chorus]
Frieda warned me
So the socks can roam
I’m at peace in my chaotic home
Frieda warned me
I’m not playing host
To the future villain on the back-page post
Frieda warned me
Yeah I’ll miss that gleam
But I’d like to wake up
Not become a crime scene
[Bridge]
[8-bit solo break
Goofy game-over bleeps]
I’ll scrub my tub
I’ll sweep my own floor
I like my air
Not locked in a drawer
If a stranger smiles
Says
“I’ll clean for free”
I just hear pages
Rustling at me (oh no)
[Chorus]
Frieda warned me
So the grime can chill
I’m alive
That’s a fair trade deal
Frieda warned me
And I trust that plot
You can keep the sparkle
I’ll keep not getting shot
Frieda warned me
Yeah I read that twist
If my sink’s a little gross
At least I still exist

Bouncy chiptune groove with crunchy 8‑bit arps and pixelated drum hits; comedic, story-driven vocal riding a tight, mid-tempo swing. Verses stay sparse with blippy bass and simple chords, chorus explodes into stacked gang-style hooks and cartoonish sound effects. Occasional glitch stutters and retro game fills underline punchlines; bright, dry mix keeps every word crystal clear., rhythmic