Got Time은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 7월 23일일에 River Cove Records (ECM)에서 발매되었습니다.Karter EP - EP
BPM75
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.
가사
I don't fuck with you 'cause you disrespect me
You disrespect my hood by telling me take off my flag
Asking how gangster I was, ****
You lucky on that day I was acting cool, cuz
I told you I ain't got time for that, but ****
Today I got time, cuz
Yeah, today I got time
Walking a fine line up with the nine
Up that bitch once, yeah, letting it thump
That shit gonna sound like a fucking drumline
Got too much shit up on my mind
Could tell you that I'm fucking fine
But that would all just be a lie
I just want some damn peace of mind
Fucking rookies looking like some fucking pussies
Swoocey bitch smell like budussy
Push me over the edge looking for a fucking reason
To be fucking cooking on these beats, ain't nothing working
Now I'm gonna sit here smirking like I've been out fucking searching
But I'm really not, you wanna climb to the top?
We can shadowbox or we can just spar
Put you in an arm bar, but your shit too far
Someone call the doc, this motherfucker broken
No one is coping, this verse I kill and I'm floating
Overdosing, verse is potent
Too many drugs like mixing potions
Who you claiming? What you banging?
Not much no more, his brain hanging
It's amazing, nothing changing
Pop that bitch for fucking glazing
Damn, I'm flirting, what you saying?
Fuck with me, I go Super Saiyan
Guns get blazing past persuasion
Dug your grave to fucking lay in
Nothing fucking, pop it once and left him slumping
Talk too much 'til guns get busting
Now your momma, probably children
And your bitch are fucking fussing
It's disgusting, wish it wasn't
Damn, this killer shit, I love it
When I fuck around and kill your cousin
Damn, this beat gave me concussion
This beat banging, might just fucking make a baby
Making love with all these tracks just really got me thinking
Maybe I'm just crazy or I'm lazy
I don't know what the fuck I'm saying
Smoking Haitian, sizzle bacon
Lost my damn mind, uh, today, bitch
Today I got time
Walking a fine line up with the nine
Up that bitch once, yeah, letting it thump
That shit gonna sound like a fucking drumline
Got too much shit up on my mind
Could tell you that I'm fucking fine
But that would all just be a lie
I just want some damn peace of mind
Faggots rapping, saying wack shit
Until something tragic happens
Too dramatic, over capping
'Bout some dumb shit in your past
When I just get to fucking clapping
Standy snapping, rhythm matching
Bitch be nagging, it's just sad
When I kill beats, leave them in past tense
Oh shit, fuck that, killed a man
Bullet out this gun, hit him in the head
No coming back like the Walking Dead
Rip his rotor, shoulder cutting off his leg
I mean, what the fuck is happening?
Sounding like dumb shit when I rap again
Like Will Smith, bitch, I'll slap your friend
Like damn, baby, go and pack it in
Yeah, little fucker wish that I never dropped a diss
On his dead friend's old brother, nibs
But bitch, listen in to this shit real quick
I'ma stomp on shit like a fucking femur
Better keep that same damn demeanor
Man, fuck a feature, I'm the reamer
This shit six feet, bitch, I'm deeper
Stomp his ass out with clean sneakers
Yeah, bloodstained shoes, boy, what you wanna do?
Bitch stay asking, "Who the fuck is you?"
It's Carter, bitch, when I'm in the booth
I spit real shit like I lost a tooth
Or multiple, bitch, it is culpable
Up on this beat, I am getting too profitable
Bitch, I'm untouchable and I'm dysfunctional
Don't give a fuck while I'm spraying combustibles
Peeling your top like I'm a fucking Lunchable
Damn it, I know that I am way too lovable
Your bitch is fuckable, it's not discussable
Today I got time, now isn't it wonderful?
Yeah, never really know what the fuck I'm gonna say
Don't play games, bitch, I spray flames
I'll take your name and life won't change
Yeah, something like like 20K 'cause
Today I got time
Walking a fine line up with the nine
Up that bitch once, yeah, letting it thump
That shit gonna sound like a fucking drumline
Got too much shit up on my mind
Could tell you that I'm fucking fine
But that would all just be a lie
I just want some damn peace of mind
Today I got time
Walking a fine line up with the nine
Up that bitch once, yeah, letting it thump
That shit gonna sound like a fucking drumline
Got too much shit up on my mind
Could tell you that I'm fucking fine
But that would all just be a lie
I just want some damn peace of mind
Written by: Jakob Carter, Jonah Holm
