Silver Lining
9,645
Hip-Hop/Rap
Silver Lining은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 9월 19일일에 Quality Control Music/Motown Records에서 발매되었습니다.Silver Lining - 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.
BPM133
가사
[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm, mm
And I realized, I never seen a rich **** hate on me
You know what I'm sayin'?
Only broke ****, I ain't gon' say rich **** ain't hatin' on me
But they probably just do it in private
You broke **** need to take notes
You'll learn yourself a thing or two, for real
[Verse 1]
Pull up to colosseums, hoppin' in front when they see him
He talkin' to his BM, see that shit, wouldn't wanna be him
He's speakin' from the outside, lookin' in like there's a seein'
Pull up big-body Benz, same color sky PM
The hatred comes from GMs in my DMs
Never CEOs creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth
How they say hip-hop ain't a **** house when he ain't got a house?
That land belongs to mama, boy, or whoever the fuck a spouse
Your daddy should've pulled out and never should've spread her blouse
FN in my hand, extended mag did not fit in the pouch
My mother proud of who I am
My father proud of what I'm 'bout
No matter where in the world
**** always bound to keep it south
I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself
She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth
A wise note to self, spare your health
Yeah, the codeine kills, all my side hoes on pills
My main bitch in college still
They know I'm down when shit get real
These **** squeal, I whip the Rolls like fuck your life
I'm switchin' lanes, it give her chills
I'm rich enough to dub all your deals
They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em
Think it's sweet? I'm down to ho 'em
Five queens in Houston with me
Gang hit my phone like "What you on?"
I said, "Texas hold 'em"
Rap ****, I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is dick y'all never rode
I need a newer handbook
Real **** must switched up the code
They think it's cool to go and fold
I know I must be gettin' old
These young **** gettin' old
[Verse 2]
Community full of genocides
A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide
This drill a wave, a vicious tide
You survived? So far we did it
Lamborghini Aventador so small, I barely fit in
Moneygram, Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym
Who really grindin'? Skateboard P
New Gucci link, bitch full of diamonds
Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'
My name is Al, but she do what I says like I'm Simon
Stupid **** never read the silver linin'
Terms and conditions
All these worms in the trenches made us vicious
Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes?
Fought the police defenseless?
Still a father to your kids while the baby mama trippin'?
Listen, baby boy
Gotta drop your nuts, ****, Almond Joy
Know a couple Melvins that got killed for step-daddy noise
But movin' forward, this is a Royce (Cullinan)
How I paid for it? Hundun-dun-dun-duns
Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun
Young LA one, ain't I the one? Ouwee
Ain't I the one?
[Verse 3]
Put all your **** on, they say shit, I done tried that
Pull up any bitch you want, I bet I fried that
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash
I paint her face but went too hard, she need an eye patch
Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rub against me like a fire match
Anywhere we steppin' leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track
Red and green pills intertwined, look like a Scottish flag
Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag
She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft
Bring the eight to me like I child traffic
Told her I'd be out, she spammed a wild graphic
She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic
Twenty-four karat glasses, give it to my twin
Shaved pen on every fin
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite
Ain't broke near none of them, but each every one on ice
Each every one us fight
Each every one us strapped
[Verse 4]
Ouwee, ouwee, mhm (Splashtown Mafia, splash)
Who decides war? Will I live to see tomorrow?
Damn right, a **** played in this murder Movado
Codeine straight out the bottle
Sloppy threesomes, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos (Cheese, bitch)
Boy, I know scary **** that squeeze clips
What you **** gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip
Costa Rica, can't speak Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas?
Nickelodeon, Rugrats, we grew up slappin' skeeters
Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay to meet her
Good burger, baby, they tip more when you a good server
Lil' bro ducked the laws, he's a good swerver
Codeine got my lip purple
Step 'bout Stefan, but the clip Urkel
Lens on it, walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it
Kill Bill, yellow-black suit, white bitch, homie
She killin' shit, used to punk rappers over stealin' shit
Now we ownin' strip clubs and businesses (Buildin' it)
Send an invoice, you wanna bill the bitch, ouwee
Written by: Albert Walker, André Lucas, Cade Blodgett, Donald Fields, Donna Taylor, Jerimiah Raisen, Miles Parks McCollum, Sebastian Genodia

