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Beaming
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R&B/Soul
Beaming foi lançado em 12 de setembro de 2025 por Yoko Gold como parte do álbum Beaming - Single
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Data de lançamento12 de setembro de 2025
EditoraYoko Gold
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM93

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yoko Gold
Yoko Gold
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Peterson
Moses Peterson
Lyrics
Charles Jr Ocansey
Charles Jr Ocansey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moses Peterson
Moses Peterson
Executive Producer
FORTHENIGHT
FORTHENIGHT
Producer
Daryus Anthony
Daryus Anthony
Producer

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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