멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM59
크레딧
작곡 및 작사
Kaleb Mickens
작사가 겸 작곡가
가사
I only know a couple other **** like me, real shit
And they dead or in jail right now
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I beat myself up daily
All these all thoughts swear to god I hate me
I don't even want to be alive no more but I know
My momma gonna miss her baby
I don't even want to see her cry no more but she know I'm around the corner I'm Champ Bailey
Got it in my jeans it's a low three-eighty
I'm shooting off rip it ain't got no safety, huh
Tell me what you know about dope
Four-five grams in my pocket in my coat
Made a little winning I'm still getting to it ridin' round in the Buick makin' profit off coke
Live a dirty life I ain't ever have soap
And I'm from a dirty time we ain't never had hope
Remember when my mom couldn't even pay the bills lil' **** stop frontin' you ain't never that broke
I ain't have a dad in the house growin' up
So it kinda got bad in the house growin' up
I was only twelve but I felt like a man
Smoke too much weed **** I was throwing up
Tell me what the fuck you expect from a youngin' like that
When he jumpin off the next
I was going hard **** put it on my chest
When I hit the ninth grade I was feeling like a vet
Breaking down o's and I even hit a few cribs
All I wanna do is do it big
When I was a sophmore **** it was over
I run up in yo' shit with a mask and a cig
Yeah I'm living
But I know a couple **** want to see me laying in a casket this day
Walk up cool ask for a cig
Put the gun to his head for the cash and the crib
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
R.I.P to the real ones dead
I've seen a lot of murders fuckin' with my head
Screaming old murder I ain't fuckin' with the feds
When I see a couple **** I'm gonna buck them with the lead
I ain't really playing it's a hard knock life
You ain't never been up on the block all night
Like Oprah I had to fight all my life
Faggot ass cops took all my rights
I woke up sweatin' in the cell
Pissed I ain't getting no letters in the mail
The way shit goin' I be better off in hell
I'm already burnt while I burn on the L
Every day free still feel like jail
I only care about my berretta and scale
I don't know what's going on in my head pray to god he help me do better and prevail
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
**** can't understand the fuckin' life I live ****
Don't ask me why I'm acting a certain way
Did a lotta things to get that cabbage
Written by: Kaleb Mickens

