Do It Againは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2018年8月24日にEpitaphによりリリースされましたiridescent
BPM61
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。
歌詞
I fuck shit up then I do it again
Sorry not sorry, I do it again
Take one shot then I do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
Go ape then I do it again
I don't give a damn what kind of crew that you in
Showing up to parties uninvited
Drinking liquor while they looking at me like, "Um, who let you in?"
Smash cake then I steal the piñata
Fill it with vodka, medulla oblongata
Splitting, I gave 'em these scars like Mufasa
Homies I know Hufflepuff on that potter
I'm legit a sinner
When I grip the gin, so just admit the winner
Anybody thinking any different, I'ma come and
Ninja star your face with the fidget spinner, bitch
Too hard, too dark
Whitney Peyton, your music is getting too harsh
If you're wondering the reason I be scheming
Haters, look in the mirror 'cause you are
Now back to the positive vibes
Back to the party and Henny on ice
Using my name when referring to white girl
I am too hyphy to ever need limes
My mind, screwed in the head
My team is hot, you just pretend
My shit is popping, you just in bed
Snap on the mic and then do it again
I fuck shit up then I do it again
Sorry not sorry, I do it again
Take one shot then I do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
I fuck shit up and I do it again and again and again
Wonder where the veteran been, I'm better than them
A legend when I pick up the pen, the message I send
I do it for real, I never pretend
Better send in your men, he spitting venom again
Put him on an award show but he'd never attend
Maybe I wasn't invited, stupid bitch, you can bite it
I got the anger inside of me, now the spark is ignited
I stick my dick in the drywall, I kick in your eyeball
They wishing that I fall, they ready to die, y'all
I do it, I did it, I did it just a little bit, I hit it
Didn't want to get me admitted into the clinic
Had to do a little better, had to beat him and burn him
He was a night of the living dead and I needed to learn him
It's real life, not Twitter, so you can't block me
And when I rock on the block, roll through with the posse
I spit on a racist and knock out a Nazi
I piss on his body like sorry not sorry
Ruthless, Eazy-E, diggy diggy dot
Punk rock, Iggy Pop with a city diddy bop
Put a bullet in the oink oink little piggy cop
West coast, east beef, Suge, Diddy, Biggie, Pac
When I shattered the earth into little pieces and demolished
Anybody that wasn't capable of seeing the knowledge
When I'm teaching and preaching, I'm always speaking Adonis
You little bitches better be ready to be paying me homage
Let 'em know my little homie Whitney P is a goddess
And anybody fucking with her catch a beating, I promise
The NYC apple, the source is rotten
It's the land where the legends are lost, forgotten
They thought that that'd be crack
Put the battery stack in the battery pack
The cabinet that Caligari pack, I do it again
I fuck shit up then I do it again
Sorry not sorry, I do it again
Take one shot then I do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
Come tomorrow, I'ma do it again
Sorry not sorry like a lady Omari that got a baby
Accusing the man that may be responsible for the pregnancy
But when they finally read the results, it was she was shocked
Because the dude she thought that may be the father was negative
And he was gonna Roger Rabbit the cards
And to the crowd while they holler "
Caught him," the hoochie gets rammed
Then she ran backstage crying, kind of reminding me
Of a groupie wanting in my dressing room but she can't
Without fucking the stage manager, blowing the merch guy
Have it the first time, she'll do it again
If you ain't a fan, you probably ignore me
But since I'm sorta famous, you be thinking maybe you have a chance
Nope, and I can see through 'em like I'm zooming the lens
On the Canon camera and laughing in the coupe with the tints
My watch got some ice cubes in the band
I'm 'bout to pull a Mike, music show
Me what you gonna do for the 'Gram
They horny like a moose screwing a ram
But we ain't nothing but mammals
Me and Whitney Peyton just an example
Underdogs coming up with a handful of rappers
That we had to trample over 'cause we hustled and gambled
Tryna get to where we are today, I'm juggling to handle
It's a prime world chilling at an industry party
And I don't give a fuck who is or isn't important
They looking at me wrong, guarantee some shit'll get started
Because I fuck shit up then I do it again
Written by: Whitney Peyton

