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S.O.S.
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S.O.S. wurde am 30. Januar 2026 von Four Finger Distro als Teil des Albums Winter Dreamz veröffentlicht
Released30. Januar 2026
LabelFour Finger Distro
SpracheEnglish
BPM77
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Last year we was juggling cheques
Felt the water rise above the neck
Couldn’t breathe, almost lost my head
Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, man
Nothing left
Last year we was dreaming rich
Saw the cash but couldn’t reach to grip
Three steps back, boy, just to gain an inch
Failed one way rough, man, had to switch
Last year we was scheming thick
Pray to God that something give
Grateful for what’s coming next
Cold Camp and affiliates
The quantum flex
Bully proud now
Blow clouds
Wow crowds, snow kings make ‘em bow down
Put the work in
Busy Bravo, make the honey stack
Give my gift away, get the money back
We’ve done it all
We made it work
Counting cash ’til our fingers hurt
Came to take what the Camp deserve
Put a stamp on it
That’s my word
We’ve done it all
We made it work
Counting cash ’til our fingers hurt
Came to take what the Camp deserve
Put a stamp on it
That’s my word
Ayo
Came an inch away from insanity
They hit me with them rings on
They tried to Saturn me
That’ll be the day
Feel like no one can challenge me
They imagine they can handle me
That has to be a fantasy, please
I’m in a whole ‘nother galaxy
Fingers with callus bleed
From counting cold cash
Cold Camp
Counting blue notes with frigid digits
They look up to us like giants tower over little midgets
Iced out knuckles knocking out your brittle Chiclets
This is revenge of the underestimated
Rose from the grave, don’t undermine my best creation
Got lightening in my veins, should be standing next to Raiden
Hair grey and the narrator will aerate ‘em
Stare straight in evil’s eye
Even I don’t need a reason why
It’s hidden deep inside
We came a long way from being fine
Now it’s time we need to rise above, like succeed or die
We’ve done it all
We made it work
Counting cash ’til our fingers hurt
Came to take what the Camp deserve
Put a stamp on it
That’s my word
We’ve done it all
We made it work
Counting cash ’til our fingers hurt
Came to take what the Camp deserve
Put a stamp on it
That’s my word
Written by: Brady Hughes, Joshua Quentin Thorp
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