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BSTS
Hip-Hop/Rap
BSTS wurde am 17. April 2026 von CALLMEWERM als Teil des Albums WERM QUEST veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum17. April 2026
LabelCALLMEWERM
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CALLMEWERM
CALLMEWERM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Werman Jose Escalona
Werman Jose Escalona
Songwriter
Christian Vasquez
Christian Vasquez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CALLMEWERM
CALLMEWERM
Recording Engineer
Chris Quest
Chris Quest
Producer
Eddy Beethoven Nunez
Eddy Beethoven Nunez
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, let's go
I woke up this mornin' feelin' blessed
I drank some water, brushed my teeth and got refreshed
I grab my fye, I smoke some weed and hit my pen
Cause when you go outside, you gotta stay on ten
I chef it up and no, it's no green eggs and ham
I damn sure ain't eat no peanut butter and jam
I take the trash out, best believe, if Ma demands
I wash some dishes, it's some roaches and some rats
I'm with the boys cause they're the only ones I got
All these thots want a **** for his guap
I'm writing all these songs when I be feelin' low
I keep on tellin' everybody I'm gon' blow
I live the life I want but don't think I don't stress
I calculate, I count my steps like it was chess
Cause in this game, you gotta murk it and refrain
Taught me so much and it done also brought me pain
They love to judge me for the life I chose
I keep on gettin' high, it balances my lows
I'm doin' it wrong, that's what they suppose
I guess they love to hate, inflating their ego
I don't see, I don't hear, I don't speak no evil
I'm ballin' cause I am a motherfuckin' pro
Run it up like I was getting chased by po
Blood, sweat, tears, suicide notes
Take a deep breath right now
Look up
Get ready
Stand up
Let's go
I'm on a mission, I'm eatin' leftovers found in the kitchen
Chicken and bread, hungry tryna get fed
I'm goin' everywhere with it, even in bed
Under my pillow and I got one in the head
War ready, score many, takin' your fetti
Hop in the back, black truck, a Chevy
Not five, ****, zip the tint, we spin
It's all five **** in the whip or six
They love to judge me for the life I chose
I keep on gettin' high, it balances my lows
I'm doin' it wrong, that's what they suppose
I guess they love to hate, inflating their ego
I don't see, I don't hear, I don't speak no evil
I'm ballin' cause I am a motherfuckin' pro
Run it up like I was getting chased by po
Blood, sweat, tears, suicide notes
Written by: Christian Vasquez, Werman Jose Escalona
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