Clock It
3,380
R&B/Soul
Clock Itは、アルバム『 』の一部として2024年9月18日にIKYGLT, under exclusive license to Rhythm x RecordsによりリリースされましたClock It - Single
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。
BPM95
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lakeyah Robinson
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
Diamanté Warren
Songwriter
David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayjante James Garry
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
Aye, aye
Riding in a G6, neck bust, wrist hit
You a think I'm owing motherfuckers, way I buy Ricks
Marry me a **** that do magic, cause I love tricks
Uh, taking bitches ****, on my thug shit
Ion want no middle man, show me where yo plug is
Spending hours in Balanci', make a flood drip
Hoe you know perfection take time, you can't rush this
I'm back in my bag, and I'm taxing for the fee, huh
You short on yo bills, now you crying in yo Tweets, huh
All white Benz match the paint on my feet, huh
Tom Ford heel on her neck, she can't breathe
Coke bottle, but it's tea
Ass sitting like a peach
I ain't never got stood up, I tell **** take a seat
Make my hoe watch her friend, she keep asking me can we
Rap bitches come and go, seven days, that be weak
Yo bag got a bird, hoe I spend that on my purses
Flying bad bitches out the country, oh for certain
Flirting in the club, just to make a **** nervous
Do I look like I walk around with scrubs, that's for nurses
Fucking for that water on her neck, bitches thirsty
Who said I ain't out here having motion, tell em merch it
We only getting chicken round' these parts, we like Churches
Off White on a Sunday, ain't go to service
Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking
Yeah, AP, Rolex, Patek, I got options
Three bitches with me, two sucking, one watching
Her man keep blowing up her phone, why you blocking
Huh, keep sucking why you stopping
She want her hair done, call Kendra, get her Mink, Brazilian
I'm just having fun, you say I'm a trick, that's yo opinion
She a freak when she get up off that liquor, that's the real you
Hating ass ****, I'll fuck yo bitch before I kill you
I just bought a Rolex and chain for my favorite eater
She love sucking on my dick, oh I think she teething
Just gave a broke bitch a couple hundred cause she need it
You not a dime, so you can't get a dime, bitch beat it
Hit it once, wrap it up, that's a Keymix
She fuck me, she fuck bro, that's a freak bitch
I ain't gotta say too much, I just peep shit
She know I'll never tell, I'm on P shit
Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking
Eight hundred in watches, that's what I brung on this trip
As long as she with you, that hoe won't never get no rich dick
I hit a opp **** hoe in the Bentley, God my witness
She in this bitch around the same guns we spinned on him with
What's popping bitch, I'm heavy
I move, them killers trail me
3pm, 200k on me at Lou's Deli
The only glass I got without no tint is on my Skelly'
I'm the only **** round here in a Cully' hoe, no selling
Nigas bum crumbs, the fuck these **** come from
Yo BM shot her shot, I hoed the bitch, cause she ain't nuyun
I ain't gotta say it, **** know who they gone run from
You know where I'm from bum, drums for a dum dum
Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking
Written by: David Jackson, Diamanté Warren, Lakeyah Robinson, Reuel Ethan Walker, Tae the Don, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.

