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SOS
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SOS was released on August 30, 2025 by BREAKUPMARATHON as a part of the album MEME RAP 4 EMO EDGELORDS W/ DYED HAIR & BLACK NAILS
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Release DateAugust 30, 2025
LabelBREAKUPMARATHON
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AXR
AXR
Performer
Storm Sounds
Storm Sounds
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
siem spark
siem spark
Composer
Ethan Hart
Ethan Hart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AXR
AXR
Engineer
hiiidrax
hiiidrax
Producer
siem spark
siem spark
Producer

Lyrics

I've tried to release my cries
On the beat sometimes
but they heed no mind to the words i wrote
I'll scream some nights
When I hear some lies
Cause she left last year but the bitch won't go
I beef those guys
& I leave no signs
And I'll keep my side, not a snitch, I won't
I keep it in line
No peace in the mind
Now how many times did you save my soul?
Not once did you take me
The last bit of serious
I’ve had a hunch that you hate me
To love you is tedious
How could you blame me
For lashing out, furious
Now no one can save me
I’m past this, but curious
I can’t roll with the zig-zag code
This is tic-tac-toe
Poker bitch won’t fold
Boutta Zip-Zap boulders
& R.I.P. that soldier
you chipped my shoulder
that bitch don’t know
Ever since, not sober
The year turned over
The team got older
The ex went rogue
To think that’s over
The things i told her
I lost my clover
My luck went home,
I
Don’t know where to start with the task at hand
The kid said i might throw hands
No sleep on the weekend, my one night stand
Said “i might come over, i got no plans”
I walk in the function, i step, then I do my dance
The guess holding up my pants
I drink, and i leak, & depart, then they do my chant
I get paid in advance
I'm boutta roll into Junction, hoe was on her dumb shit
Pour another drink, then I punch in
Shawty tryna hop in the front seat, homie prolly jumped in
First, and the hoe got dumped
Didn't know, who, when, or what's it, but I said fuck this
I might drop kick this bucket
Get off my dick, don't touch it, hoe said "what's this?"
Tryna shoot shots, like buckets
Oh
I know
Not once did you try to run
And no
I won't
Give an ounce of forgiveness
Slow, erosion
Of everything by the flood
You, exploding
Y'all crushed the experience
Not once did you take me
The last bit of serious
I’ve had a hunch that you hate me
To love you is tedious
How could you blame me
For lashing out, furious
Now no one can save me
I’m past this, but curious
I can’t roll with the zig-zag code
This is tic-tac-toe
Poker bitch won’t fold
Boutta Zip-Zap boulders
& R.I.P. that soldier
you chipped my shoulder
that bitch don’t know
Ever since, not sober
The year turned over
The team got older
The ex went rogue
To think that’s over
The things i told her
I lost my clover
My luck went home
Written by: Ethan Hart, siem spark
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