Ecstatic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ecstatic 由 Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records 于 2026年7月3日 发行,作为专辑“S.K.A.T.E.”的一部分。
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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
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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。
BPM85
音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Rylo Rodriguez
说唱
T-Rob Beatz
编程
Keyman
编程
作曲和作词
Ryan Adams
词曲作者
Turner E. Roberts
词曲作者
制作和工程
T-Rob Beatz
制作人
Keyman
制作人, 录音工程师
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
混音工程师
DJ Ryno
母带工程师
歌词
One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b-
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you a f- bro but I ain't gon' mention that to you, I'm player
I bet you were violent fault and that's my fault ****, you were a good lad
Broke behind the walls, can't buy a phone, I ain't readin' this mail
Suicide thoughts, we hitting strong, who else needin' a prayer?
I be wanting to take care of her so bad but I know I can't
I be wanting to stop seeing her, but every day I go by, I want to faint
And you need to keep tempting me to go and catch a body
I had just taught the bull mouth before they killed him in the project
So much weight up on my shoulders, ****, I love hitting the dollar
You d- riding, got every dollar you holding in your pocket
That's how I'm feeling
On the road to which I pull out phone and they wanna get in
Thought I said we'll commit suicide if he ain't got no kids
But he ain't got no friends
Where you call the fire? You don't leave stacks no more than jeans
Momma still in that same house with her friend that died in a den
Fight so hard they bought one of these and host that down to make them good
One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you a f- bro but I ain't gon' mention that to you, I'm player
20 years in the sand, don't feel that forget the man
20 years in the cell, you do two if you ten
Hope I wreck that, I know a **** who toast still in the jail
Don't cut that b- **** time short, he ain't got no line
I hear them say shit until my brother died inside the strip club
He come off PC, I seen the inmate throwing stickers
Streets like a gym, we on the cap, but you ain't built for us
That's what I'm trying to f-, you on the way that cops live for us
Lifestyle, we live and come with death, just know I'm here for us
Face-time with Big Time hoping he'll stay free, I turned G-Shock to a roll up to a new AP, how we see?
One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you f- broke, but I don't mention that to you, I'm fair
She so f- up, my **** died, I had to f- her, I ain't even cry
I was going to tell him I love him or some more, **** some money you can throw on some bottle
I had to turn myself in and my plan
I couldn't die and let him be buried in one or baby what do I know
I was just trying to feed him, on the road with that poor ass, found a man wanted to get him
I said what can make suicide a thing, he ain't got no kids, he ain't got no friends
They can shoot his momma's house up
Now she want him no more
Plus he ain't going to school
Have the window dry, buy a walk up
No matter what you show, I guess you hit your goal
Written by: Ryan Adams, Turner E. Roberts


