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。
BPM95
制作
出演艺人
ALONZO GARCÍA
说唱
作曲和作词
ALONZO GARCÍA
词曲作者
Iain Henderson
词曲作者
制作和工程
Anabolic Beatz
制作人
ALONZO GARCÍA
工程师
歌词
Yo, I popped a pill and I passed
It had me pleased
A different feeling compared to the gas
I'm smoking on the daily
I popped a cork, give a fuck about the mess
I'm sipping out the top, no time for a glass
My eyes are feeling hazy
Ring-a-ding, get no answer when phone calling
It's lowkey pissing me off, getting angry man
Fuck the bawling, damn
And fuck a text
Shit is getting super annoying
Ain't sparing no paranoia, just wish they'd leave me alone
But, you get it? I don't care, I mean why should I?
It's over, it's been done
Get my sleep, bitch I'm getting shut-eye
But, it's hard not trusting the pit inside
Cuz, I know they be eyeing
Can't deny, they be jealous and want your life
I mean, at this point ima just laugh
Cuz you a dork, he ask
"Why you playing games?" Bitch
It's just for sport
Don't give a shit about an X
The treasure just ain't worth
Easily cut a bitch off
Just like my pants turned shorts
And I can't get mad
I gotta get my bag
I don't drag, I don't tie
But I sure don't sag
It's all wins if I tag
You gotta get your brag
It's all peace for a minute till' we hit that snag
And what I can't waste
Is the precious essence of time
I can't keep reaching out for nothing
They gon' think I'm a mime
It's not worth it
Cannot occupy two seats at a time
I'm really dreading for the day
They finally make up they mind
I hit ignore on the calls man, I can't answer
I cannot let past clash with my plans
And I, made double
Now look who's in trouble
I don't care if its a cell
Long as you in your own bubble
I won't dwell man
Past shit passed
I'm calling death up to the door
We dressing black on black, it's all
Mugshots, time to pose for the funeral
Twenty-two tucked
You know the hoes be peculiar
Speak to old folk again
It'd be for good ole sakes
But speak twice, look in the mirror
Looking back is a mistake
Cuz all the shit that would've flied back then
Could get you knocked out, laid
A big leak in that face
Uh, yeah
This conversation is dragging
I'm on the run
I ain't got time
And my patience is lagging
I'm out of wait
They want additions, two and one
I ain't adding, it's out of question
The pressure has got shit stressing
I'm asking God for a blessing
Man I'm tired of the bitches
Who nothing but other bitches
Stuck sitting behind a text
But really they stuck in ditches
Man these folk think that they something
They nothing, I gotta laugh
Man, I ain't even hit you back
Uh, yeah
Like oh, they really nothing
I buttered a muffin, lust into love
I'm reciting messages pixeling on the celly-phone
So fuck all of the lying
I'm the Leo, stop playing
A type of feel that had me cutting
Plus lighting and extra praying
Uh, oh I'm just saying
Strangers getting luck
With non-loyals who bed laying
Ashamed, y'all can laugh
And act like I made you sick
But I'm not the one sharing a dick
Man, I can't be sober and have a good time
I can't be out and have fun
Without committing a crime
Cannot be looking for a penny
As a dime out a dime
Can hear the ring of desperation
On the edge of my mind
I mean, at this point
Fucking with me's roll of a dice
Got a really low chance
Of rolling the same shit twice
Stay stuck to me
Just like a rat trap with the mice
A lesser chance of me and that
Than of me ending my life
I hit ignore on the calls man, I can't answer
I cannot let past clash with my plans
And I, made double
Now look who's in trouble
I don't care if its a cell
Long as you in your own bubble
I won't dwell man
Past shit passed
I'm calling death up to the door
We dressing black on black, it's all
Mugshots, time to pose for the funeral
Twenty-two tucked
You know the hoes be peculiar
Uh, why these hoes acting smug?
You could dress em' in all black
And they'd look just like a bug
You ain't welcome
Even if I put that shit on a rug
No more distractions calling
I want the one I love
Uh, now I'm pissed off
Say some shit that I don't like on my phone
Get the fuck off
Fuck around, hear the cock
They need to know that I ain't playing
Saying they gon' get popped
Written by: ALONZO GARCÍA, Iain Henderson

