Close That Folder
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Close That Folderは、アルバム『 』の一部として2023年2月27日にOpen Shift DistributionによりリリースされましたTrapping & Finessing - EP
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。
BPM82
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Producer
歌詞
[Intro]
Mmm
For real
I'm goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this shit
Done with that ho, so I drive test the bitch
Told the lil' bitch get the fuck out, I vibe checked the bitch (Thanks, Yakree)
You only fuckin' me, I don't lie check the bitch
They can't fuck with me, **** ain't ridin' for this shit
R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit
[Chorus]
Had to close those folders
I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a **** over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure
[Verse 1]
I know Ray gon' watch my back just how Pluto, he got Zona
I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on the corner
All the shit goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma
Read it's good or bad, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this shit exposure
They say the truth gon' stand and the fake gon' fall for anything
I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missing is a wedding ring
Only thing I regret is the shit I said 'bout Teddy Pain
I see why he left the city 'cause this shit right here bring heavy pain
Everything I lost, I'ma double back for everything
These **** can't be bought, I ain't fear this shit when I was trappin' 'caine
I ain't gotta prove no points, out here in the streets, got heavy stain
Every time I hit the club, stripper vouch, I made it rain
Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name
Put in work 'bout all this shit, **** know it ain't no game
Plenty L's that I done took, **** know I ain't no lame
**** tryna box me out, **** know how far I came
[Chorus]
Had to close those folders
I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a **** over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure
[Verse 2]
Never seen so many street dudes take advice comin' from a cracker
Why these **** tryin' me? **** know lil' B get active
Big homie say, "Don't tell your side of the story 'cause none of these **** matter"
Being quiet made me look guilty, but this shit just made me madder
Real friends that I thought had my back, them **** scattered, uh
**** told me don't entertain it, but **** full of laughter, huh
Don't tell you what to do 'cause I see just what you rather
Ayy, Yachty told me, "Pain come with healing, so close that chapter"
I ain't never took a **** down, **** know that's a factor
I'm rappin' 'bout that shit I'm doin', ****, I ain't no rapper
I'ma tell my **** right or wrong just like a pastor
Told the crackers I stole that car, they switched my word, this shit a disaster
Sometimes I be askin' why I feel like the bad apple
This shit be heavy on my mind, shit be heavy on my bladder
That other **** can't tell you shit I said, put him in a slammer
Forever standin' real ****, you can double back and ask 'em
[Chorus]
Had to close those folders
I hit my knees and pray 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they'd rather go run a **** over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure
Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster


