Pharrell
1,157
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pharrell은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 10월 30일일에 RBC Records에서 발매되었습니다.Back From the Dead 3
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.
BPM80
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Chief Keef
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Keith Cozart
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
JT
프로듀서
가사
(JT, you a fool for this one, ****) big bounce, on my cardio
Pumpin' gas, no narco
I be runnin' fast like Mario
Countin' up blue bands
Block hot, need some fuckin' fan
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, trap, go get a bag, ay
Yeah, foe'nem outside wavin' racks
Yeah, pull up on time, they droppin' flags
Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back
Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back
I pull up to the spot to count the cash
They come through the front, we out the back
This blunt I'm smokin' cost an ounce of crack
Yeah, I took three puffs, I damn near crashed
Yeah, she asked me did I love her, I damn near laughed
Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near trap
Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire
Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly (JT, you a fool for this one, ****)
Yeah, call my bitch up, she down to fire
Told her I call 'em 155
Up in this plane, bitch, I'm really high
Yeah, up to Ha Ha Davis, they's finna die
Yeah, shawty gave me brain, it's just DeVry
Yeah, yeah, wave the sticks around like we tryna kill a fly
Yeah, the school I attended was Real **** High
Yeah, you can let me down, I'm still gon' be high (JT, you a fool for this one, ****)
Yeah, put the spikes on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy, you know your jewelry buy one, get one free
Yeah, I might look like one, but I'm no fuckin' dummy
Ay, yeah, can't make your hood dance like the girl off Honey
Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny
One down, finesse junkie
Yeah, uh
Now I got diamonds in my ear
Who that **** is? I got no idea
Shh... if I kill (grr), they gon' know how I feel
One minute around me, you gon' know I'm real
Yeah, I had to run up that sack
They know it's in my hat, yeah
Hopped out the back of the 'Bach
Uh, we'll get you back
We'll take that and your stacks
She love when I pull her tracks
Like son, I pull in the bank
No Facebook, I got status, yeah
Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island
Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like a stallion
5-7 sing like Bryson, wrist sprung, had to ice it
Fresh on the plane, landin' in Bali, ay, yeah
Smooth came with an alley, run it up, this been a rally
Call the rodeo, we skelly, true, yeah
With the dope all in his skully
This Louis used to be a Pelle
This peanut butter uses jelly
Yeah, in a blue room like Belly
Man, I got into it with my celly
All of this shit real deli
All the anti **** need to end me
Ay Remy, send 'em some panties
You a bitch, nasty, you shanty, yeah
Up the nina, nick nanny
Put a bullet up in your fanny
In a space suit like Sandy, yeah, grr
Just take off like NASA
I'm a boss, feelin' like a pastor
I'm smokin' musk like I'm Elon, yeah
Light 'em up like neon
What the fuck these **** be on?
This shit is be-beyond
This shit is beyond me
Jumpin' like a bee on me
Cops used to be on me, yeah
Now I got 'em out my way
Now I'm seein' this money
'Member, used to make 500, yeah
Then I made a thousand
I'm seein' every dollar of my money
Everything you doin', I've done it, yeah
Used to go to school and do school
Big balls in that bitch's stomach
Opps used to be roughin'
We already knew they wasn't on nothin'
Gotta set it off, fuck runnin'
I used to walk around by myself
I'll hit you myself, lil' ass boy, I'm takin' my belt
Oh, you wanna be a gangsta, need my help, ayy, yeah
Wanna be built, need my step
That's my youngin, throw up my set
Put them jeans ball in my head, yeah
Make the drummer ra-tat-tat
And throw temper tantrums like a brat
Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah
Swing the K at 'em like a bat
Bitch, we rollin' like a frat
Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled
Granny say boy, go 'head
Just don't touch her forehead
Louis on my forehead
Goin' in for the finger roll
And-1, Jimmy Buckets
Bitch say she a Glo-head, yeah
She know I be on Rodeo
I catch the shit like Odell
Name rings like doorbells, yeah
With my dawg, Taco Bells
Stood down like floor nails
I was in her DMs, for real
She like Pharrell, I'm like for real
You over there, baby, come here
The dope got me lookin' Chinese
With twins, I ain't talkin' Siamese
Number one like Kyrie
Face somethin' like an ID, yeah
They love, don't try me
Lil' ****, come find me
My hand up, come find me, yeah
Send shells at your hiney
She got lifts like Kylie
She sing on me like Miley, yeah
And I come and sing like Isley
Baby think she a hypebeast
And she say she like me
And she say she a Pisces
Juiced up like an ICEE
Written by: Keith Cozart

