Computers (Remix)は、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2023年6月1日にNCC EntertainmentによりリリースされましたComputers (Remix) - Single
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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
I fuck a lot of hoes, you got a couple bitches
****, you ain't pimpin, there's a fuckin' difference
Gotta keep it with me, cause these **** switchin
I just made a buck off a penny pinching
I was in the kitchen, now I'm city whippin
Leave a **** missin, now the city fishin
I don't fuck with ****, I be peepin' ****
In the backyard and I'm sleepin, ****
Since you started, ****, I'ma finish, ****
Speakin' real shit, don't get offended, ****
I don't fuck around with no snitchin' ****
**** ride dick when you winnin, ****
****, talk is cheap, I don't punch your teeth
Heater on me, blowin' bunch of heat
I be whackin shit, can't spill the cup of tea
I been reckless think they had enough on me
During school time, I had a gun on me
On the school bus, we was jumpin' seats
And skippin' class became fun to me
I was packing even though lunch was free
Keep it pimpin, don't tell me shit
If my bro plot, I'm on some melly shit
Weed coke and hoes, that's a tele kit
I might tell my bro, I won't tell a bitch
I won't stop trappin' til I'm hella rich
On some pimpin' shit, I might sell a bitch
Tell me what you need, I can mail a bitch
**** talkin' hard and got they melon split
Got the tools ready, I can nail some shit
I just smoked a opp, I'm inhalin' it
I just seen the plug, he said he sellin' bricks
He just breaks it down like an element
**** gettin' robbed, couldn't keep a zip
If I get caught, I'ma plead the fifth
And I'm with the gang, I'ma leave the crips
**** talkin' hella, but they ain't meanin' shit
I be ridin' around with some demons lit
Lotta shit up in my head, cause I seen sum shit
I ain't trippin' bout a hoe, cause I don't need a bitch
Only trippin' bout the money, cause I need the strips
I be ridin' with a .40, I be beamin' shit
Got a fiveth Henny, I don't really need to sip
And I might just fuck before meet the bitch
I just met her now, I just wanna leave the bitch
In the trap, we rap bricks 30 in my Mac clip
I don't fuck with you if you a rat bitch
Got a ugly bitch tryna catfish
Tell her I don't fuck with none of that shit
**** think I'm rappin' to the Mac spit
I come from the slums, got the trap lit
I just called up bro on some cash shit
**** out here snitchin' how they gettin' out
Used to have no money, we can bet it now
**** gettin' bullied, we be steppin' down
**** better go and buy a weapon now
Pourin up, I be sippin' juice
I just run it up and watch these **** lose
These hoes fake, watch them bitches too
Call my **** up, now I'm with the crew
I be speedin' fast, I might flip the coupe
**** bummin, they ain't got shit to do
Smokin' on some killer, got some zips to move
**** actin' hard, but was a bitch in school
I'm at the spot, that's a treasure map
Took the speedway, an got some better gas
She a shiesty bitch, she where the cheddar at
**** actin' gangster, but they never that
Got a big Glock with a beam attached
How you in the trap and not seein' packs
Rollin with the thot, got my seat leaned back
We just get the money, ain't no strings attached
Hangin' out the window, tryna shoot the 50
Got a big drum, you gon' hear it hittin
Ain't no circus, lightin' flames We get litty
Kicked the bitch out cuz she keep on bitchin
I fuck a lot of hoes, you got a couple bitches
****, you ain't pimpin, there's a fuckin' difference
Gotta keep it with me, cuz these **** switchin
I just made a buck off of penny pinchin
I was in the kitchen, now I'm city whippin
Leave a **** missin, now the city fishin
I don't fuck on ****, I be peepin' ****
In the backyard and I'm sleepin' ****
Scorin' on these ****, tell them catch up
Finna leave state, gotta back up
On a money mission, gettin' racks up
**** fake as hell, can't get no dap up
How you love a bitch that got pass around
Walk up on me, have my **** pat you down
Got the music bumpin, cuz the Mac is loud
Or I'll have my lil' sister drag you around
If he say somethin, I'ma spray somethin
**** singin' when they hear that Drake dumpin
In the trap house, tryna shake somethin
Yo, bitch, fuck the team, got the gang cummin
I be with them addicts, tryna slang somethin
I don't see the opps, cuz they stay runnin
I been servin' **** since like eight somethin
Tell them clean they plate when they ate somethin
Feel like I've been up since like last week
I might sip the juice and take a nap G
I be in the streets, I don't rap beef
I'ma rob a **** if he tax me
Written by: Daylen Williams
