Lemonade (feat. Breadwin Deville)
113
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lemonade (feat. Breadwin Deville) 由 Duetti 于 2020年7月10日 发行，作为专辑“Joyridin”的一部分。
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
综合各种因素，包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点，来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
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。
BPM139
制作
出演艺人
Hard Target
表演者
作曲和作词
Ryan Fleming
作曲家
歌词
I don't get the hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate
Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate
Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place?
Run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
They say I'm slowin' down too soon to tell
That truck kick up, that roof to tell
Hatin' cause I'm movin' well
I am the bang, I shoot to kill
Country rap is corny
All this gimmick shit we used to sell
Rap for rap, get on the track, I turn this bitch to URL
Cruisin' down the interstate, say my name, you been afraid
Sweet as that some lemonade, been gettin' this since second grade
That choppa say she down to fuck, consensually I let it bang
The game wrapped around my finger just like a wedding ring
And we ain't had to get engaged
My bitch ain't even Saturday
Some people fake as shit, they actin' different when they in your face
So fuck em, I'ma set em straight
You hungry? let me check your plate
380 bang, you David Blaine, you'll levitate
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
They point and stare and watch me, probably want a carbon copy
But it's awfully hard to mock me, I'm too cocky, fuck it, stop me
Speak too blunt, I don't mean pot leaf
But if it's smoke, I'm blowin' broccoli
You been takin' from this side for far too long
It's time we pop him, I mean, I mean really
Drop him 40 plus with dental options, but he's playin' Billy
Badass like he's active, he ain't poppin'
He's just cappin', he's just rappin'
Mr. Big talk bout that action, tell them monsters, get, get at em
We can take it to the mattress if it's really what they're wantin'
With no warnin', we can swarm and
I've been waitin' for the moment
To knock em down like George Foreman, I insist that we persist
Not even pitch, just wanna show em all the fans you're lyin' to
Need to know your real motive
I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade
People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate
Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate
Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
On this lemonade, on this lemonade
(On this lemonade)
While I'm sippin' on this lemonade
I don't give a hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate
Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate
Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place
I run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase
Written by: Ryan Fleming
