Suitcase In The Driveway

[Verse 1]
Found your phone face down
On the bathroom sink
Name I don't recognize
Sayin what you really think
Red dress on the chair
Still smells like my cologne
Two glasses on the table
But I came home alone
[Chorus]
So I'm standin in the driveway
Suitcase in the dust
All our little white lies
Turned to broken trust
You can keep this house, these frames, that bed
I'm takin my heart and my old black hat
When the taillights fade, you won't see me again
I'm gone
And I ain't lookin back
[Verse 2]
You said it was your cousin
In that lifted Ford
Funny how your cousin
Got his hands all over yours
I watched from the corner
Truck lights off, heart numb
You laughed like you used to
Like I was the dumb one
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Yeah, I packed up the shotgun, boots, and the dog food
Left the ring on the counter by your perfume
Every mile past the county line, I'm breathin
Every white stripe on this road, I'm leavin
[Chorus]

rap, Moody country-rap crossover with male vocals: fingerpicked acoustic guitar and dusty slide lines under the verses, 808-style low end and tight trap hats sneaking in on the downbeats. Hook opens up with layered harmony stacks and a steady stomp-clap groove. Verse flow stays conversational, almost like talking through tears, then the chorus lifts with long, melodic phrases and a cracked, emotional lead. Subtle organ pad glues it all together, leaving space for a raw, intimate vocal performance., country, depressing, sad