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desperado
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Country
desperado was released on April 23, 2025 by STIM Pop Music as a part of the album the sticks - EP
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Release DateApril 23, 2025
LabelSTIM Pop Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Waldee
Ben Waldee
Vocals
Jordan Rys
Jordan Rys
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Waldee
Ben Waldee
Songwriter
Jordan Rys
Jordan Rys
Songwriter
Giovanni Maresca
Giovanni Maresca
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Waldee
Ben Waldee
Producer
Jordan Rys
Jordan Rys
Producer

Lyrics

They callin' me Desperado
Dip packed in my teeth
I'm sittin' low in the saddle
'Cause I'm ridin' 12 beers deep
12-gauge, got it sawed-off
It hit like a truck
Vigilante is the motto
They callin' me Desperado
They callin' me the—
Pop
They hear the shot
I drink to the bottom
Then ride to the top
Diamond in the rough
I never bluff
How would you know?
Cleanin' the town, I'm on the road
I shoot through that windowpane
I take out the first
I got my hands on a big gold chain
Now you in a hearse
I don't be killin' for fun—no, no
I don't need fame
Hit the town like Robin Hood
It's better after I came
Gunpowder and booze
My favorite things
One to settle my dues
One to handle my pain
It's a long track
I'm on
Won't shy away
Spurs sharp on my boots, baby
Whiskey watered my roots lately
They callin' me Desperado
Dip packed in my teeth
I'm sittin' low in the saddle
'Cause I'm ridin' 12 beers deep
12-gauge, got it sawed-off
It hit like a truck
Vigilante is the motto
They callin' me Desperado
They callin' me the—
Desperado, I'm from Calabasas
Runnin' from me like a pack of rabbits
Shoot first, then I think second
Aw man, guess I made that a habit
Careful down on this side
Snakes all in that hideaway
I ain't mean to rob you blind
But now you won't see the light of day
Got you runnin' like a buck
Remy hit you from a mile away
Weller green in my cup
I ain't givin' no wait
I ain't givin' enough
I been puttin' in work
I been breakin' that law
Hoofprints in that dirt
Fist marks on my jaw
If that creek don't rise
Then them dogs gon' hunt
So I pray for that rain
While I'm cleanin' my gun
'Cause my worst day
Is your best chance
At not endin' up
A dead man
So savor somethin' real strong
Make that all the proof you want
Gunpowder and booze
My favorite things
One to settle my dues
The other pain
It's a long track
I'm on
Won't shy away
Spurs sharp on my boots, baby
Whiskey watered my roots lately
They callin' me Desperado
Dip packed in my teeth
I'm sittin' low in the saddle
'Cause I'm ridin' 12 beers deep
12-gauge, got it sawed-off
It hit like a truck
Vigilante is the motto
They callin' me Desperado
They callin' me the—
Written by: Ben Waldee, Giovanni Maresca, Jordan Rys
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