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kms
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Hip-Hop/Rap
kms was released on January 9, 2026 by SCARS as a part of the album kms - Single
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2026
LabelSCARS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cocoscars
Cocoscars
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cohan Roderick
Cohan Roderick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cocoscars
Cocoscars
Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, come dance with me, can't cut her off, I probably should
Let's treat this like there is a chance it end up doing good
You told me you'd find someone better, bitch, I wish you would
Let's be honest, you would be gone if you really could
Everyone done put their faith in me cause they know I'm the prophet
I know there's potential in our love, teach me how to unlock it
Put your faith in me, have patience with me, we can really lock in
For you, baby, I would blow my pockets
Make her sing I'm talm bout uh, uh, uh
On some fuck shit made her mad, she blowing up my phone
Made some racks, I play with stacks, don't know what I've become
You I think I hate you, whole time stressin' bout you
(Pray you make it home)
I fell in love when the sun came up
Bright eyes come out in the sunlight dust
Just us don't care about who or what
Rumors callin, I don't give a single fuck
Remember they used to tell me to hang it up
That's the reason that everyone got cut
Now I talk about money and smoke runts (I never gave a fuck)
I want your love, I want it all
Get what you want when labels call
Soul's unconnected and I just can't take it, I wanna kill myself
Take prescriptions to feel the pain can't lie I just wanna feel myself
Need to get up and get my bread up, places that I wanna go
Big places, talkin' big places, wanna rock out a show
Making money know I'm comin' up but bitch I need more
I ran out of ones, I'm throwin' hundreds (On the dance floor)
Happy when I'm with you, when you gone, wanna kill myself
I know that you're good for me, at least that's what I tell myself
Really, you're so bad for me, I shouldn't listen to myself
I don't give a fuck about it no more, I'ma up my wealth
Wish I could pay for your love, but there's only so many things that I could sell
To be honest, I'm really just killin' myself to make this work, if you couldn't tell
Come on turn the cameras off no photos
I'm comin' back and I won't fall off
Get high off chemicals, got two twins, they identical
They tell me let it go, but fuck it, I won't let it go
They say my music sound like crack, it sound like fentanyl
And I got two big chops with red eyes for the reticle
I want your love, I want it all
Get what you want when labels call
Soul's unconnected and I just can't take it, I wanna kill myself
Take prescriptions to feel the pain can't lie I just wanna feel myself
Written by: Cohan Roderick
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