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。
BPM119
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Just Mystique
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Rick Sinno
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omar Rick Sinno
Recording Engineer
歌詞
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
Know that feeling when you got the one
Definitely having lots of fun
Know if I get caught dropping the gun
She'll pick it right up, she's popping a slug
At a cocky walking punk talking dumb
Probably drunk a ton, a bunch of vodka
Couple of shots, fuck it, give me a couple of vodkas
Couple of shots, it just wasn't a lot or enough just to stop
All of the stuff that was causing the cussing
Feel like I'm stuck, caught in combustion
Feel like I'm causing eruptions
Guess I'm volcanic in that sense
Let's not all panic when I get
That call, damn it, that's it
That's all happening quick
Better get to all packing our shit, yeah
Get your bags, that's it, that's that
I gotta get this cash
Tick, tick, tick, tick fast
Y'all can skip this track
My whole disc is gas
Whole hit list of hits that slap
Won't get mad, oh shit, this that
Click, click, clack, that pussy wanna break
But don't you kid Kit Kat
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
Remember when you and I were practically homeless
We was just sitting outside on the patio smoking
Showing you things that I actually wrote
Girl and I love when my passion is noticed
Oh but and oh, um, you happen to know this, closest
We as people know right from wrong
The fine line and we factually chose it
Don't you talk down
When I'm not around won't be averagely quoted
By someone who thinks that their savagely spoken
Baby girl get up and grab me the dough
That's when she get up and hand me the lotion
She told me rub her like tanning her shoulders
Don't give a fuck want my hand in her holster
I took a puff then she passed me the potion
She get to touching her cat and she shows it
Arching her back in a couple of motions
Partially lacking my motherfucking focus
Sorry that ass is just something to poke at
Large and it's fat got a pumpkin to throw back
he started clapping that ass with a pole at yeah
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Bend that ass down real slow
Do your damn thing don't mind me
Practice routines that you act for me
When you're alone you get low to the floor
Peel them pants back real slow
Got your hands down low
Hoping no one knows that you're home alone
Written by: Omar Rick Sinno

