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Beaming
3,154
R&B/Soul
Beaming fue lanzado el 12 de septiembre de 2025 por Yoko Gold como parte del álbum Beaming - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento12 de septiembre de 2025
Sello discográficoYoko Gold
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM93

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yoko Gold
Yoko Gold
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Moses Peterson
Moses Peterson
Letra
Charles Jr Ocansey
Charles Jr Ocansey
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Moses Peterson
Moses Peterson
Producción ejecutiva
FORTHENIGHT
FORTHENIGHT
Producción
Daryus Anthony
Daryus Anthony
Producción

Letra

I was beaming on the West Side story of motherfucking killer, I was riding in a Testy.
My bestie name Gina, my girlfriend, my only.
Can’t believe how a motherfucker did me, arguing “Whose car you in?” I know the dick
must’ve had you in a frenzy ’cause you left your fucking iPhone with me.
I read every text you sent to your ex — guess he was your best.
Premeditated, I’m on go time, I’m about to off a bitch, I got no time.
I’m sipping OJ, I got the juice — a double homicide, ****, no proof.
All I see is red right now, demons in my head right now.
I Was beaming on the West Side story of motherfucking killer, I was riding in a Testy.
My bestie name Gina, my girlfriend, my only.
Can’t believe how a motherfucker did me, arguing “Whose car you in?”
I know the dick must’ve had you in a frenzy ’cause you left your fucking iPhone with me.
Now didn’t I tell you I was not the one that you mess with?
Two months, three months — the fourth I was stressing,
Trying to find a melody to deal with this obsession.
When it came to loving you, that pussy was the weapon.
Lord knows I tried and tried, down on my knees.
I cannot let this slide — pride gonna be the death of me.
Fuck my pride, sit — nobody winning when the family strifes.
What does this mean for me? Girl, I thought you’d be my wife, my wife.
But now I’m beaming in this Testy while I’m headed to the West Side.
I’m sipping OJ, I got the juice — a double homicide, ****, no proof.
All I see is red right now, demons in my head right now.
I Was beaming on the West Side story of motherfucking killer, I was riding in a Testy.
My bestie name Gina, my girlfriend, my only.
Can’t believe how a motherfucker did me, arguing “Whose car you in?”
I know the dick must’ve had you in a frenzy ’cause you left your fucking iPhone with me.
Murder in the 1st degree was the case they gave me.
It was the case that made me.
I thought I told you — I’m a hothead, baby.
Written by: Charles Jr Ocansey, Moses Peterson
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