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。
BPM65
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
Vocals
Nafe Smallz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M Huncho
Songwriter
Nafe Smallz
Songwriter
Quincy Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Ferreira
Producer
Young Kye
Mixing Engineer
Sean D
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Nafe in the base
Kye in the place (I'm in the cut)
Wo' in the place (Yeah, I'm in the cut)
Quincy in the place, Cage in the base (Yeah, I'm in the cut)
Now in the base (I'm in the cut)
Ah yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros
Now we turnin' out the place (Turnin' out the place)
I was with the same guys in these streets
Then we went and got a base (Went and got a base)
Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no
Can't be givin' you a taste (No, no, no)
They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe
I don't really want the fame
Take my girl to the States
Steady tryna win the race
Put some plain Prada into place (Prada)
Stylish when there's no face
I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain (Let's go)
I don't even really want the plain (Let's go)
Rather put my mother on the plane (Plane)
Tellin' Mummy shit has changed
[Verse 3]
Ain't wastin' no time, mmm
Know I got a lot on my mind, mmm
I'm workin' all night (Gone)
But this ain't no nine-to-five (No, no)
I was sellin' my white
All-night cookin' like Walter White (Ooh)
It's still on sight
Tell them **** that it's still on sight
It's like every night
She wanna come get this pipe
When **** change on me, that shit bring tears to my eye
They made me go so hard, now they can't control my light
Lucky roll of the dice, ah, now they want my soul for a price
Fell in love with this paper, man, it's still 'fuck fame!'
All this drip with the gang, used to havin' rough days
We done came from the hand-me-downs with the mud stains
Smokin' weed in the hallways till the law came
Obbo want us nowadays, make it hard to bust case
Gotta link my **** by the river just so we can touch base
All them nights in the studio, I made nuff tapes
But she just wanna hit the club so she can get fuck-faced
Ooh ooh
[Verse 4]
Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros
Now we turnin' out the place (Turnin' out the place)
I was with the same guys in these streets
Then we went and got a base (Went and got a base)
Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no
Can't be givin' you a taste (Can't be givin' you a taste)
They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe
I don't really want the fame
Take my girl to the States
Steady tryna win the race (Race)
Put some plain Prada into place (Plain Prada)
Stylish when there's no face (Nah)
I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain
I don't even really want the plain
Rather put my mother on the plane
Tellin' Mummy shit has changed
[Verse 5]
This shit has changed
Self-employed, fuck a wage (Fuck a wage)
Young bull, still got the gauge (Got the gauge)
And he's trigger-happy like (Trrr, bow bow bow)
And he wants to tape up the place
Told him, "Bro, think straight"
If he goes jail, I'll wait
Yeah, I'll wait
Get the biscotti by the crate
It's a long road I paved
Louis collection in spades
This a marathon, it's never been a race
All my real brothers, yeah, I gotta embrace
Running to the money, can you keep up with the pace
Keep up with the pace?
Running form the law
I don't want a case
Christian Dior
All this weed is the cure
Please don't stop, give me more
Left the trap with a four
I came back with some more
Please don't knock on the door
Please don't knock on the door, yeah
[Verse 6]
Turn up at the place with my real bros
Now we turnin' out the place
I was with the same guys in these streets
Then we went and got a base
Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no
Can't be givin' you a taste
They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe
I don't really want the fame
Take my girl to the States
Steady tryna win the race
Put some plain Prada into place
Stylish when there's no face
I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain
I don't even really want the plain
Rather put my mother on the plane
Tellin' Mummy shit has changed
Written by: M Huncho, Nafe Smallz, Quincy Ferreira

