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。
BPM129
クレジット
歌詞
Yuh
Real Rx
Real Rx
Yeah
Young **** stressed the fuck out
I feel like the black **** wanna get out
Roll the window down, hang the stick out
I hate bitches with a big mouth
They like "Pap why the fuck you always doing drugs?"
Why you never leave me alone and shut the fuck up?
I always hear shit when I'm all by myself
But clear as day it sound like somebody else
You never experienced nothing I did
And you never felt the ways that I felt
I'm talking to the pictures on the wall
Cause that's the only time I see my Dawg
**** that shit broke every piece of my heart
Still to this day wish I ain't get that call
I'm talking to my **** all night long
They looking at me like something wrong
**** you don't even know what the fuck going on
I downed 2 Roxi's leave me alone
I drive fast as fuck for a reason
Maybe one day I'll go like Paul Walker
Everybody know Papi not a talker
I don't want your sympathy so don't even offer
I'm getting sick and I'm feeling nauseous
I keep having dreams seeing me in a coffin
They like "Pap why the fuck you thinking bout death?"
I watch my right I watch my left
I empty this bitch till there's nothing left
The Grim Reaper fucking with my head
We having convos on the regular
I try and stay 2 steps ahead of him
I crack the Wock it's my medicine
When I'm whipping rock it's effortless
They say maybe I should go and see a therapist
I got problems ain't no cracker gon' care
I grew up feeling like I was never loved
I got love from the streets, It was what it was
Mama said if she could rewind time she would
I said if I could rewind time I wouldn't
It is what it is Mama I'm thuggin'
I get high and think about my big cousin
Other then that the closest thing to a brother
I ain't really that close with my lil' brother
We ain't got nothing in common with each other
When he was born, I was in jail
Hoping them crackers found me not guilty
Scared as fuck, Paranoid as hell
I'm not religious but grew up in hell
It's either you make it or you fail
I ain't like reading out loud in school
Other kids used to think I was a fool
I ain't have nice clothes they ain't think I was fly
I used to wake up wanting to die
BK the one taught me how to rob
I turned into a motherfuckin' problem
I ain't listening to Mama and I ain't going home
When the Dog wrong bet he find a bone
Corrupt as shit, running through my dome
Felt like I was better on my own
Learned a lot about life early on
Bitch I move like Don Corleone
You can't rewind life, do-over, or pause it
I got the stick on me while I'm walking
I wait outside your house just to rob you
Climb through your window, I used the garbage
Empty duffel bag to put your shit
I left out just as fast as I came in
I wish BK was with a **** now
Up the stick and gun a **** down
I keep hearing unfamiliar sounds
Don't turn the lights off just turn them down
I don't sleep that good when I'm in the dark
Start having bad dreams, fucking up my thoughts
Wake up out my sleep and I see my Dawg
He not really there but who I'm supposed to call?
I was 11 when I lost my faith in God
I go to jail, regain my faith in God
My first day out of jail somebody getting robbed
They say "Pap what's your motherfuckin' problem?"
I was selling crack, I ain't go to prom
Crackers ain't put me in a cap and gown
Instead they jump out to pat me down
They know what the fuck I do when I'm around
I robbed every **** I hung around
These **** moving like some fuckin' clowns
I don't know why my Grandma talk behind my back
Knowing damn well if she called me I got her back
She gon' lie and act like she don't
But I know goddamn well that she do
You don't love me but I love you
Think you can stay and think one day she'll come through
Written by: chester roscoe
