He Gone
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Dirty South
He Goneは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2026年3月27日にHitmaker Music GroupによりリリースされましたBoiling Point
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。
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歌詞
[Intro]
I'm very sorry, but, uh, I don't think he's gonna make it
[Verse 1]
You never blowed up a zip, you never gave the Balmains a big tip with a whole lot of drip
You don't know how to get rich 'cause you never followed the script, you followed your bitch
You never walk in the store, when they see you, they closin' the door 'cause they know you got money to blow
They never gave you that feeling before or nobody you know
You never been with a hottie, her face and her body the baddest inside of the party
You never know what it feel like to be at the top, ****, you never been hot
You never ran on the set to collect, you let **** flex without payin' they debts
Bitch, you was stuntin' when you had a check, now look at you now, drinkin' Milwaukee Best
You drove, look at your clothes, and you got all that white shit in your nose
You never been in control, you don't know how to get to your goal 'cause you never hit it before
You never been in the 'Nolia, you not a soldier, told ya I would expose ya
You never been in the hole, your life on the stove, so let the machine support ya (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
You never been in a war, you never been on the block
You never ran from a cop, you never bought a new car, you never been on the lot
Talkin' 'bout you in the trap, everything you say is cap, you just be runnin' your flap
You never carried a strap, you never could do it, so why you put that in your raps?
You never been in a scuffle or been in a fight, you don't even know what it's like
You never took their advice to cherish your life or it'd be over tonight
You never been on the drug, you don't get buzzed, you never been in the club
****, you never get love, you not a thug, we never cared that you was
You never ran up a check, you not a threat, you never been in the 'jects
You never bought a Rolex, I'm talkin' baguettes, the one with invisible sets
You never been out of town, you never been down, you don't even fuck with your rounds, you're broke
Now I got you on my boat and you don't even know how to float (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
You ain't got my respect, you older than me, but you still livin' check to check
You ain't investin' your bread, you ain't a king, you sleep in a queen-sized bed
You ain't as dumb as you look, you talkin' a lot, but you ain't a killer or a crook
You just need to be cool, you ain't a goon, you went to Catholic school
You ain't really got no love for your folks, givin' 'em turkey, but sellin' 'em dope
I don't want your dap, you ain't my bro, you ain't no hero, I'm lettin' you know
You ain't even really poppin', dog, you just go places to post pictures
You ain't really gettin' close to God, boy, you can't even quote no scriptures
You ain't never beat the odds, you ain't got a job, so it ain't coincidental
You ain't never had a Mannie Fresh beat, you just rappin' over instrumentals
You ain't Dee-1, you ain't Juvenile, your career ain't never blown up
You ain't an OG, you a DG, you a disappoint grown-up, huh (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Byron Thomas, Charles Smith, David Augustine, Teruis Gray


