Wake Up

By kasper gem

Released on November 30, 2020

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[Chorus]

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Bad bitch with no makeup

Still rich when I wakeup

Bad habits, let's make some

You still call ’cause I answer


[Verse 1]

Wake up, wake up, bitch, you in a trance (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

My wrist spinnin', yeah, my diamonds dance

I be spending money, yeah, this denim from Japan

She think I'm the man, she rubbing on my pants

They like, "Kasper Gem, you got the whole world in your hands"

I’ma makе a million just to see if I can

Yeah, they changed up likе chameleon

A couple homies turned fans

A couple homies turned fed

A couple homies want me dead, dead, dead


[Chorus]

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Bad bitch with no makeup

Still rich when I wakeup

Bad habits, let's make some

You still call 'cause I answer


[Verse 2]

Good guy, I got manners

Bad guy, I got problems

Play with 'em like gamer

Note in a pill bottle

Pill bottle, might pop some

Lil' riddle, might solve some

Fucked up so I dropped some

Playin dead like possum


[Chorus]

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Bad bitch with no makeup

Still rich when I wakeup

Bad habits, let's make some

You still call 'cause I answer


[Verse 3]

Wake up, wake up, bitch, you in a trance (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

My wrist spinnin', yeah, my diamonds dance

I be spending money, yeah, this denim from Japan

She think I’m the man, she rubbing on my pants

They like, "Kasper Gem, you got the whole world in your hands"

I’ma make a million just to see if I can

Yeah, they changed up like chameleon

A couple homies turned fans

A couple homies turned fed

A couple homies want me dead, dead, dead


[Outro]

A couple homies want me dead, dead

A couple homies want me dead, dead

A couple homies want me dead, dead, dead

A couple homies want me dead, dead, dead, dead, dead