旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
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能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM67
制作
出演艺人
King Iso
表演者
Twista
声乐
Rittz
声乐
作曲和作词
Tarrel C. Gulledge
词曲作者
Carl Mitchell
词曲作者
Jonathan McCollum
词曲作者
制作和工程
King Iso
制作人
歌词
I feel like (I feel like, I feel like)
Everybody got a ticking time bomb in 'em (ticking time bomb in 'em, ticking time bomb in 'em)
It's only a matter of time (it's only a matter of time)
They probably think I want attention (no)
But the fact of the matter is that I wish I had a dime I could roll
Fuck it, I'm about to go find me some 'dro
Like I'm sick in the biz, I'm beefin' think I'm 'bout to dive into smoke
I ain't controlling my mind any more
I go MK, fatalities gonna rise with the toll (grrh)
The homie just hit me up with a zip
He said maybe I wasn't lit enough
But nah, my ****, I'm in the zone
Too many bitches that hide in my phone
Don't know what I'd be doing daily when I got wifey at home (man)
Thinking 'bout the past, how they might did me wrong
And I never got better, so fellas, I feel alone (man)
Now tell me, who am I to condone?
The hurt that I causin' to everybody that's riding alone
I'm better off riding alone (shit)
I need to be corrected like pen
And my music's righting my wrongs
Now when I got this nine to my dome
Like a fitted got the terry rocking
They steady watching, they hella jocking, Terrell is hot
And on my momma, homie, you will never find a better topic (huh)
I'm gettin' top and the yellow jumpin'
I feel like Fetty Wap because the bed is rocking
And I bet you Betty watching (huh)
Sleeping with one eye open
Counting this fetty, whopping
They don't wanna give a **** credit like a debit option (huh)
I bet your motherfucking head is rocking
I be going, serial murderer
On the beat with the machete chopping (yeah)
You think you thugged out?
When you drug out of a drug house leaking blood out?
****'s right his wrong
But I don't give a fuck 'bout whatever he said
I'm knocking everybody out that got a problem with myself
Because the way that I'm living ain't healthy, bruh
I'm falling, can somebody help me up?
Before I explode, and I feel myself combust
Before I self-destruct
I know the time is ticking while I self corrupt (self-corrupt)
And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct)
This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked)
'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct)
And ain't nobody that did help me up
'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff
Ain't no one else's help
It's just me, myself and I
And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct)
And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest
When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead
What I need is some weed
Then go ask for some head, getting faded
With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie
See, I self-destruct, I tried suicide once and died
And came back, I'm a ghost of my former myself now
None of my homeboys would help out
I make another Instagram story, recording meltdowns
Violent tirades, lining driveways
Dined divine and white lines and nice strays
Defile with my pace, it's dark, the blind shades are shut
The only dripping I'm tripping is my drain
Making it to my veins with my nostril clogged
And a doctor called, said my wife is sick
Deep inside we wishing her condition is life or death, but it isn't
Tell that motherfucker write a script
I sent the dude a email
Told her not to fuck with the medicine, almost senselessly abused a female
Talking shit in the pharmacy for making me wait
It's your fault, all you had to do was to approve the refill
'Cause there's so many wounds that need healed
Abusive future made a move to quit the booze
The ZzzQuil, it finally wore off
I'm broke, I smoke, but don't drink
Time again to begin a newer me now
I know no matter what, I'll never have a clean image
I don't ever get a fair shade
Béarnaise sauce on my rare steak with a side of cream spinach
On the stage, bitches scream like they seen Gene Simmons
I'm a bad bitch puller
Fat and ugly as ever, but never been afraid to stack big mula
Knocking at your door like a masked intruder
Got your lady role-playing like a Catholic schoolgirl
Electrifying feeling, wish I had this sooner
People think I'm soft since I cleaned up
But I self destructed this, saying, "fuck Rittz"
Push your top back in a Gladiator Jeep truck
I'm Rittz, bitch!
I know the time is ticking while I self-corrupt (ya-uh-yeah!)
And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct)
This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked)
'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct)
And ain't nobody that did help me up
'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff
Ain't no one else's help
It's just me, myself and I
And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct)
And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest
When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead
What I need is some weed
Then go ask for some head, getting faded
With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie
Listen to the soliloquy of the trilogy
It'll be iller when you enter the energy, out of your epitome
Out of verbal villain, the killer be like a Wu
Tang, I bang 'em and physically put them in the memory
Blurrin' the flow and I bring it back into focus
I shake it and make it pause
Put it back in motion, attacking 'em like I'm Jaws
When I crack 'em open, I got a heart
I catch 'em and throw 'em back in the ocean
I'm a fisherman with ambition, when I be in a mission
I piss a bitch for ****, forget it
For the mere mention of money
Make me want it and then I gotta be on it to get it
'Cause I finesse it to get it out of predicament
How could you dance? How could you smile?
How could you party, living in a horror when you know I'm around?
'Cause I be terrorizing you and your friends like I'm It
'Cause I'm the shit, kicking the style
You know I'm a clown I catch you every night alone
I don't know right from wrong
All I know is that I gotta kill 'em
When I write a song with the microphone
I'm creeping on 'em like caterpillar
When I catch you off guard
I took a look at the eyes of a **** that tried to talk hard
To a flower for the lost God
I'm a knower of the lost arts
I stall on 'em 'til they saw sparks
Beat 'em in a battle, their sample's anatomy
Fuck up your frequency frequently
Then I kill 'em with energy
Every bit of me warranted to leave and your body tormented
I'm disoriented, thought I was killing the enemy
Then I have to figure out
I was inflicting pain when I felt the touch
Then I realize it was me I was doing it, too
This is how the mind can self-destruct
Twista
I know the time is ticking while I self corrupt (self-corrupt)
And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct)
This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked)
'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct)
And ain't nobody that did help me up
'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff
Ain't no one else's help
It's just me, myself and I
And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct)
And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest
When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead
What I need is some weed
Then go ask for some head, getting faded
With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Jonathan McCollum, Tarrel C. Gulledge

