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wakeup
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
wakeup was released on December 12, 2025 by shamlo as a part of the album wakeup - Single
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Release DateDecember 12, 2025
Labelshamlo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
shamlo
shamlo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shamlo Faek
Shamlo Faek
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Stark Jacobs
Evan Stark Jacobs
Producer
Cooper Folden
Cooper Folden
Producer

Lyrics

Will you wake up with me?
I didn't risk it all to play a small game
Told my mama that I'm destined for the money and the fame, yeah
Bitch, I'd rather die than stay the same
Every loser that I know is telling me that I changed up
And shawty know that I'ma pay
Swipe that credit card, the fuck I look like tryna save up?
Baby, this the price of being great
If I don't get it all then I don't ever wanna wake up
2026 the last year that I'm not rich
I don't want a couple hundred thou' I want millions
Fuck a Range Rover, I want stars in the ceiling
Fuck fake stones, I want 100 on my necklace
Fuck Michael Kors, she wan' get Birkied up at Hermes
A small thank you for your service shawty
Walking round my hometown like I don't fucking know nobody
All of these motherfuckers never believed I'd be somebody
I'ma make it to the top, got no ceiling
If I promise you the world just know I fucking meant it
Shit I know that I'ma make it, I just got a feeling
I gotta ice the watch now, can't wait another minute
All black Range match my fit and my whip tinted
Ribeye steak from Carbone without a bone in it
3 million dollar home and this shit ain't rented
There ain't no version of this shit without my gang winning, ah
I didn't risk it all to play a small game
Told my mama that I'm destined for the money and the fame, yeah
Bitch, I'd rather die than stay the same
Every loser that I know is telling me that I changed up
And shawty know that I'ma pay
Swipe that credit card, the fuck I look like tryna save up?
Baby, this the price of being great
If I don't get it all then I don't ever wanna wake up
Bands up
I'ma make a mill and bring my friends up
Fuck all you losers wanting handouts with both your hands up
I need a Chrome belt to hold my pants up
Shit, that's like 10 bands to hold my pants up
I'm in LA fucking only fans
She think I'ma make a mill off stanzas
But I can't have no bitch fuck my plans up
We both know how this shit gonna end up
I'ma make it to the top, got no ceiling
If I promise you the world just know I fucking meant it
Shit I know that I'ma make it, I just got a feeling
I gotta ice the watch now, can't wait another minute
All black Range match my fit and my whip tinted
Ribeye steak from Carbone without a bone in it
3 million dollar home and this shit ain't rented
There ain't no version of this shit without my gang winning, ah
I didn't risk it all to play a small game
Told my mama that I'm destined for the money and the fame, yeah
Bitch, I'd rather die than stay the same
Every loser that I know is telling me that I changed up
And shawty know that I'ma pay
Swipe that credit card, the fuck I look like tryna save up?
Baby, this the price of being great
If I don't get it all then I don't ever wanna wake up
Bitch I'd rather die than stay the same
If I don't get it all then I don't ever wanna wake up
Written by: Shamlo Faek
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