Parade Float
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Parade Float은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 4월 13일일에 Tyrell Forrest에서 발매되었습니다.Parade Float - Single
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.
BPM63
뮤직 비디오
뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Tyrell Forrest
랩
작곡 및 작사
Jonathan Tyrell Johnson
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
unocoolbro
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
No parade but I'm gon' float
They don't want the smoke
Pac-man inhaling ghost
Heavenly in hell
Don't know where I'll go
I'll stay ready though
Where did my buds go
Another lonely stoner bowl
Showing up booted my excuse is
That the drive that I got feeling Useless
Only use this for the music
Auto tune it, auto pilot
Silence on a siren, bringing sirens Can't trust nobody
I just wanna sell a bit with nobodies
Don't share in these games, yea I Private the party, her privates a party
And I'm over here like Alessia cara, Short list I'm unclear of
Not good with the bitches or parrots, But I got a bunny that bugs me for Carrots
Tell that bitch to get the fuck back
Need a bitch that fuck back
Who gon' really have my back?
I'm too focused on my bag
Bad bitches on my mind
Never mind that
Shawty gave me play
Now rewind that
Throw it back, getting old but I'm
Reel you a throwback
Got the world in my hand
Hard to hold that
Florida boy in Georgia pic at like a Kodak
It gets cold in these streets, where your Coat at?
I heard you want this shit on lock, But where your code at
And she said she wants your heart
But does she know that?
That's where you're cold at
And feelings like a gesundheit
I blow that
She calling me a dick
Like that's her blow back
Told her taking things slow is what I'm slow at
Girl I'm Saying you blessed
And in a biblical sense
You should know that
If I ever get crossed
Like a resurrection
Imma come back,
Show them where the holes at
Three big bros, no one show me Where the hoes at
Got it on my own, getting cheese is My craft
This shit Minecraft,
I create my world
I don't wanna plan it,
Save it with a Spice girl
She said she want that zig-a-zig-ah, When a **** high
I said tell me what you want
What you really, really want
Cause I think I really, really wanna Tri
But if I can't call your best friend
Girlfriend, then bye
I think I need a girl that's bi
And I don't mean bipolar disorders
Or leaving my side
No parade, but I'm gon' float
They don't want the smoke
Pac-man inhaling ghost
Heavenly in hell
Don't know where I'll go
I'll stay ready though
Where did my buds go
Another lonely stoner bowl
Another lonely stoner bowl
Miss me with the Bullshit
Never been the cool kid
Heart right on my sleeve
I wear it like my favorite outfit
Always been an outfit
Never really fit in
Fucked up since a school kid
I gave more fucks as a virgin
I ain't gave no fucks as an adult
Why it's crack in the streets
It's the ass fault
Living life so sweet
Why you add salt?
Got a girl hard-headed
But her ass soft
When it's 9-1-1, she know who to call
I might end the credits on a pig
Tell them that's all
Don't ask how I roll
You know that's raw
Don't ask for the front
You can back off
I tell them, miss me with the bullshit Never been the cool kid
Ice around my neck
Reflect the temperature my heart is
Don't know where my heart is
Dead presidents a pardon
Never been a beggar,
But don't make me beg your pardon
I tell them, miss me with the bullshit Never been the cool kid
Heart right on my sleeve
I wear it like my favorite outfit
Always been an outfit
Never really fit in
Puzzled how my peace
Was never fitting
I really catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
Funny the same ones that say I need Fixing be broke
Diamonds be dancin' like vixens just Thought you should know
Diamonds be dancin' like vixens just Thought you should know
Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
Bitch, I catch feeling to common, Bitch I catch feeling to common
Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold
I unlock my potential
Just stuck to the code
I carry the torch in the heat
When the rest of them froze
Could do this in my sleep Forrest
The role that I chose
Tye in the real with the story that's Told
It's Tyrell Forrest
For those that don't know
You should think I'm the best
At least that's what I know
Want you to love me like a prophet
Will I make a profit
**** lost focus these days
Hocus pocus how hoes wanna poke These days
I'm sick with a talent, like magic
This 32 on me
Gon' shoot through the traffic
With my music blasting
Bitch, I stay high, ain't no crashing
I kick a bitch out like I'm Martin
I kick a bitch out like a Spartan
I fucked a few bitches
While working at Target
Fell off of my Target
She leave me on read like the Garments
I wish that I would've stayed guarded
A deer in headlight
Soon to be dearly departed
Cause dear since we parted its part of Me
Clogged up like arteries
Only way that I get off of it is when I'm on
Mary Jane
Why it feel like all the buds
I have packed in a bowl
Guess that's how I roll
Get lit on my own
Made some shit I own
Did this on my own
Lonely stoner poems
No pity party, party all alone
No parade, but I'm gon' float
Wonder how I'll start a wave
I'll bank and then I'll coast
They say the lonely stoner
Frees his mind at night
I guess I fit my role
The lonely stoner
Frees his mind at night
As long as he got O's
And my high rise like Figaro
Bitch I float when times low
I was just 22 on 22 Forgiato
Used to have a twin or two
Just to change my mood
Never took it as game
When the family feud
Another lonely stoner bowl
Alone in his room
Another lonely star bawls
Alone in his room
Ain't nobody he call
When he feeling doom
Mary Jane, the only one
That be goin' through
Whatever I'm goin' through
End hell while inhaling you
Miss me with the bullshit
Never been the cool kid
Heart right on my sleeve
I wear it like my favorite outfit
Always been an outfit
Never really fit In
Puzzled how my peace
Was never fitting
Written by: Jonathan Tyrell Johnson
