Druggedは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2012年1月31日にStereoFame RecordsによりリリースされましたTabloid Truth
BPM120
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
Hah, okay so
A lotta people ask me why
Why don't I drink?
And a lotta people guess it might be for religious reasons
And that's not the case
I just had a bad experience
You really wanna know?
Alright, so this how the story go, look
Went into the club to rock a show real quick (Quick)
Then smoke a bird, ain't drink no liq' (Liq')
Got up to spit (Ayy), rockin' my new clothes and kicks
I remembered that chick that sat on that (Sofa)
I sure done forgot what I (Told her)
And she put her hand on my (Shoulder)
And then I drink all of my (Soda)
And it all went out of con—trol, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
E'rybody started movin' real slow, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And then I started talkin' real low, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And now I can't remember no mo', woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Drugged) Woke up, called Kenny on the cell
Told him come and get me I'm in ATL
(So where are you exactly?) Dog, I can't tell
My head's still spinnin', can't think too well
I'm (Drugged), I think I woke up on a bench
I got a couple dollars and a wrench
A paper clip and a lil' lint
And 'bout half of a Mento mint
I'm (Drugged), look, I just want to get home
Hop on the MARTA and get, get gone
Reached in my pocket to pull out my wallet and
Shoot, my wallet gone
(Drugged) A'ight, Dash, take a breath
Get it together and retrace yo' steps
This is not what I had on when I left
And why am I wet? Look, all I know is that I—
Went into the club to rock a show real quick (Quick)
Then smoke a bird, ain't drink no liq' (Liq')
Got up to spit (Ayy), rockin' my new clothes and kicks
I remembered that chick that sat on that (Sofa)
I sure done forgot what I (Told her)
And she put her hand on my (Shoulder)
And then I drink all of my (Soda)
And it all went out of con—trol, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
E'rybody started movin' real slow, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And then I started talkin' real low, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And now I can't remember no mo', woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Flashback) Here's the nitty-gritty of the nitty-gritty
Me and Kitty took the sev'-fifty to another city
Pretty as a Playboy bunny (Church)
Backside feelin' all gummy (Church)
Ridin' down the road feelin' better than ever
She say she never had a brother that had treated her better
And whether the weather was better or not
Until death do us part, we would always be together (Wait, what?)
(Blackout) Then I woke up in the same car
(Blackout) Then I woke up in the gay bar
(Blackout) Now I'm tweaked out, gettin' freaked out
Tryna figure out how I'm geeked off of Spreete
Sprite, whatever I know that I'm never
Drinkin' after no heffer wearin' leather ever, again
Lord, Jesus, if you let me get through this, I promise
I'll be at church every Sunday (Amen)
Went into the club to rock a show real quick (Quick)
Then smoke a bird, ain't drink no liq' (Liq')
Got up to spit (Ayy), rockin' my new clothes and kicks
I remembered that chick that sat on that (Sofa)
I sure done forgot what I (Told her)
And she put her hand on my (Shoulder)
And then I drink all of my (Soda)
And it all went out of con—trol, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
E'rybody started movin' real slow, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And then I started talkin' real low, woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And now I can't remember no mo', woah, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nah, bro, I'm tellin' you she was fine
Like Halle Berry fine, y'knahmean?
And like, you would've never guessed she would've slipped somethin' in a dude drink, y'know I'm sayin'?
Like one second in the club chillin' with her
Next thing I know I'm wakin' up on a park bench with a tattoo of a chicken wang on my shoulder blade
And oh, my wallet gone
Y'know I'm sayin' like, how the hell I'm a get home now?
Luckily I still have some battery on my phone so I can call y'all up
But look, call Beeze up, tell 'em to have my car ready when I get to the Haliford, y'know I'm sayin'?
I'm 'bout to be out
Written by: J. Dash


