Redは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2022年7月22日にField Trip / Republic RecordsによりリリースされましたGenesis
BPM70
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器（ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど）に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
歌詞
(Diamond)
(Enteernal)
Doing real shit, other **** fake
I'm in that Jag', let's race
My bitch got exquisite taste
I slide in that bitch, we in our state
I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)
All my **** don't hesitate
I already know that we up one day
Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"
I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****
Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?
I got a crib in L.A, having fun with her
Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****
You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****
I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway
Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****
I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play
Stay with a Glock 19, 1017, dress like me, wanna be like me
Cartier shades, you can see like me
Walk up in the club, I don't need ID
(You feel me? I'm not even really the type to brag)
(Man, let's go)
Red outside, I'ma catch him, ha
Blick in my hand like I'm Beckham, ha
Just like suite life, I'ma deck him
Okay, Elon, go fast in a Tesla
Copy ass **** wanna test me
If a **** wanna die, it's a blessing
I been kicking shit with the bros like Messi
Just got a new phone, ****, please don't text me
Rockin' all-black, so these **** can't see me
Bitch, I'm in the Lamb', in the damn Lamborghini
I like to been had it, rub me like a genie
When I take the drugs, man, I turn to a geek
She said that I cheated, I need a receipt
I ride tryna flex and my fashion be me
She said, "Are you rich?" And I said, "What you think?"
I see through you ****, I don't even blink
I'm workin' all night, bitch I don't get no sleep
Can't fuck with y'all ****, y'all **** be weak
Can't fuck with these ****, y'all **** be weird
If you talkin' on gang, get shot like a deer
Run up on a ****, I tell him, "Come here"
They know I can take they spot, that's what the fear
Bitch, know when that shot singin' no one can hear ya
Ain't no one else comin' near
He tryna run up, he thought shit was sweet with Fifteenhunnid
I swear that we got a drop so we got him
Big body chain on my neck, man, it's costing a lot of hundreds
Bitch, you was just at my crib, ****, that is not your honey
Doing real shit, other **** fake
I'm in that Jag', let's race
My bitch got exquisite taste
I slide in that bitch, we in our state
I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)
All my **** don't hesitate
I already know that we up one day
Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"
I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****
Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?
I got a crib in L.A, having fun with her
Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****
You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****
I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway
Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****
I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
I ain't got time to play (yeah)
But my boy, he gon' slide with a K
And this bitch, she gon' come give me face
I get flyer when I take a flight, baby, and I'm way too high on this plane
So I'm gettin' high, yeah, I'm gettin' high baby
And I can't even hear what you sayin'
Tryna see my face, **** gotta pay
Yeah, I got a whole lot on my plate
I spent a whole lot on my jeans, I might spend a whole lot on my bae
I'm still on the east side of the A
****, yeah, I'm outside everyday
Yeah, I'm with the gang, baby, with the gang
**** tryna shoot me, we gon' eat out they face
Doing real shit, other **** fake
I'm in that Jag', let's race
My bitch got exquisite taste
I slide in that bitch, we in our state
I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)
All my **** don't hesitate
I already know that we up one day
Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"
I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****
Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?
I got a crib in L.A., having fun with her
Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****
You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****
I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway
Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****
I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play
Written by: Markeshin Bogdan Vyacheslavovich, Namil Bridges, Nikita Belichenko Dmitrievich
