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which oneは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2023年5月5日にOpium/InterscopeによりリリースされましたIf Looks Could Kill
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
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
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carter Bryson
Songwriter
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Thomas Ross
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CADE
Producer
Carter Bryson
Producer
Clayco
Producer
Ssor.t
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
[Verse 1]
My chain keep swinging, my gang keep ganging, my bitch come through like all the time
All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades Balenciaga
All these clothes, I got Vetements problems, yes, I'm the **** that made "No Stylist"
I go shopping, no personal shopper, ain't nobody touching my swag
I got way too much weed, too much drank in my bag, don't touch that bag
I get way too high, I'm jet-lagged, and your bitch jet-lagged
I just keep on going back to back with these hits, and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back, and honestly, I'm tryna bag ya
I keep a FN right on my hip, make a pussy **** backup
I go rockstar raver cowboy, and I put my weed in tobacco
I use my tennis chains as lasso, most of these bitches just some gnat hoes
I had to switch out my last ho, I'm not the **** from last year
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
[Verse 2]
All this shit can get ugly, I put a mask on, I'm not ugly
I just been counting up all this money, I just bene counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me, I think she smell good when she hug me
Can't let a broke bitch touch me, can't let a broke **** touch me
Can't let a opp **** touch me, my diamonds polished, and yours are rusty
My diamonds raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Her pussy raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Backseat roll up another one, back seat, I pour up another cup
I'm a lil' killer, I came to kill and honestly, it's gettin' scary, man
I might be the flyest in America, tell these fuck **** try it, I'm daring him
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison, if she call me one time, I'm there
If my brother call me, yeah, I'm there, I put the platinum all in my hair, rockstar yeah, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross


