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
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ヴァランス
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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
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BPM94
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
Concrete Boys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Cameron Butts
Songwriter
Justin Daniels
Songwriter
Raffi Sorfazian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Exile
Producer
Benjamin Mathews
Engineer
Matthew Trenhaile
Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Intro]
Ballin' when the lights come on (Hoo)
Man, I jump 'til the lights come off (Hey)
First one in, last one out this motherfucker (Yeah)
Concrete first round pick for a reason, **** ('Crete)
[Verse 1]
Man, you **** got me mad as hell
Knife up in my back with a smile, sayin' you wish me well (Hrr, hrr)
Can't you tell? I'm the one, no need to yell
Breaks my heart, snitches praise online while Jeff still in jail
Free the Slime (Slatt) and all the guys, no fear prevail
Roll the dice, bet the house on mine, I'll lead the line
Pay the fine, pop's in the feds, killin' a lil' time
Told the OG, "Keep his head up (Got you) and I'ma hold it down"
I got the girls, ma dukes and Jazz, I'll get my spine
Me versus me, veni, vidi, vici, I'm tryin' to kick the doors (Ayy)
Fuckin' hoes, face card, Mona Lisa, this the Da Vinci code (Yuh)
But when I'm flyin' through the city in that Tootsie Rolls
I'm in that mode, ready, set—
Ah, here you go, a foot race, survival of the fittest, just the way it go (Facts)
Ninth grade, it was fuck the field, in them classrooms (Fuck 'em)
Tenth grade, I picked up the mic and I cash rules (Cash)
Eleventh grade, I got a lil' taller, but I'm a different baller
Twelfth grade, the boy 'comes a man, eye to eye with father
Life shit never gets easier, only gets harder
Smile later, keep pushin' forward, better move smarter (Go)
Work harder, reach for the moons, steppin' on clouds
No complainin', never make excuses, so I stop now (Draft)
Heavy is the head, better bust down before I get my crow— (Brr)
**** talkin' crazy, better kick rocks (Kick)
Better pick it up (Huh), better, huh
Push it
Puh, puh, push it
[Verse 2]
I been jumpin' all over the place, if you fall, then man, get up with me when you can
Uh, look, ayy, I cut her off, and now my dick small
Shit, I heard worser things from better people, I'm not fazed at all
I bet you'd lose your faith if you was broke as we was
I bet you had to ask if you got rich as us, I'm juggin' in the Bentley truck
These keys red, it's not a 'Cat, this a Ferrari, baby
Fucked all her friends, I told her, "Sorry, I'm not sorry, baby"
This little ho a fiend, she do more drugs than Jeff Hardy, baby
They need me more than I need them, it's retarded, baby, I
I'm thinkin' 'bout my nut before we started, baby
My garage filled with clothes, my gangster clothes, shit be crazy, baby
From '97, but my shoes from the '80s, baby
Move it like Frasier, baby, black pill, she eliminated
I'm never intimidated, these **** is pussy
She a Harvard graduate, but she fuck like Suki
And her daddy rich, but her brother ain't a ho
He'll beat up in the back of any grocery store
I'll buy the whole case if the number get low
Ironic Reese lil' bro named Chase 'cause we be dosed to the floor
And we beat up the whales, give 'em TD's, hell
My first Margiela's, wore 'em till my fuckin' ankles were swell
I got rich off "One Night," still impatient as hell
I can't tell if she white or if she ashy as hell
My muse scared as hell, but she float around like she ain't
I will not hit your cup if it ain't dark as my mink
I'll pay a couple extra 'cause the acorn extinct
How I'm racist? Can't tell if she a Asian or—
Hundred grand on my teeth, no time for braces, lil' bitch
While my bitches fink, pussy pink, asshole wink
What you know 'bout havin' supporters that feel like you gon' sink?
What you know 'bout bein' so rich, you don't sleep 'cause scared it's a dream?
Why the fuck they treat drank like it's methamphetamine?
Why they on dick so bad, they obsessed with the team? Us
[Outro]
**** talkin' crazy, better kick rocks
Better pick it up, better, huh
Push it
Written by: Cameron Butts, Justin Daniels, Miles Parks McCollum, Raffi Sorfazian


