旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM114
歌詞
I close my eyes I get high baby
I close my eyes I get high baby
Higher then the sky baby
I'm floating through the clouds I won't stop
I pop a xanny girl I might drop (yea yea yea)
I swear to god you better notice me (notice)
I pull up in some shit you've never seen
I run up on yo **** talkin' shit
I pull up in a whip a **** silent (bling blow)
A **** bouta flex yea yea (flex)
I just flexed up on a ****!
Run up on a **** talk shit if you dare yeah (talk shit if you dare)
I swear I'm bouta fucking flex on her (flex)
I'm bouta pull up all my checks on her
Im bouta park my shit outside of her house
I flaunt my success I'm not you should doubt (ayy)
And it ain't no secret (secret)
Relieve me of pain fuck these games that you play
And girl I've been led astray
Believe me I give you my all babe
My **** you know you can't please her
Pull up on you at my leisure (leisure)
I run and I run and I run (**** finna run)
Run up on ya man he a bum (i pull up on you)
I pull up on you with some arrogance
I rep where I'm from that's my residence (Bronx)
She left me but need me that's evident (yea yea)
You got a thing for lame ****
You got some issues I figure
I swear I'm not bitter baby
Why are you running these games (Gang, gang gang gang)
Oh what a shame (shame)
Pop a norco and you are to blame
My former flame
You are to blame (blame!)
Your **** never had alot
Flexing all the time baby (flexing)
Let her know she goin crazy
Let her go run with a ****
Let her go run (don't pass me right by)
I swear that I might pull the trigger ya
I swear that I might pull the trigger ya
You pick up the pieces you pick it up
You pick up the pieces you pick it up
You broke my heart you are the reason
You broke my heart you are the reason
You pick up the pick up the pieces
You broke my heart you are the reason
Broke my heart you are the reason baby
I'm pouring this lean in my double cup
Poppin' these mollies and perkies won't get enough
I know that she miss me don't worry I call her bluff
I know that you miss me i know it ( i know it)
I write all my thoughts I'm a poet
Don't diss me girl you need to notice
Ya you needa notice
**** know I am a threat
Pull up on you in a jet
**** we out
**** stop running your mouth
I'm fucking your girl
She got my dick all in her mouth (slurp it)
My **** I claim from the east (east)
I be in them streets you know I just can't be discrete (no)
I like my girls short and petite
I get in that pussy you know I'm gon' mo fuckin' feast (yuh)
I run through the city I'm flexin' (flex)
My **** stop all that pretendin'
Think twice who you think you addressing
**** you know I'm gon' do it
**** you know that I'm ruthless
You know that she'll do it (ay)
You know that she'' do it (ay)
You know that she gimme that love
You know I be all on them drugs
Smoke deep In my lungs
I see that she's fucking with bums
Can't say I'm not stunned (Dylan)
My **** be flexin' (flexin)
My **** be ready to flex (my **** be ready to flex)
My **** get ready to flex (flex)
I pull up at you at the bando
Your **** never had alot
Flexing all the time baby (flexin)
Let her know she goin crazy
Let her go run with a ****
Let her go run (don't pass me right by)
I swear that I might pull the trigger ya
I swear that I might pull the trigger ya
You pick up the pieces you pick it up
You pick up the pieces you pick it up
You broke my heart you are the reason
You broke my heart you are the reason
You pick up the pick up the pieces
You broke my heart you are the reason
Broke my heart you are the reason baby
You broke my heart you are the reason
You broke my heart you are the reason (Damn it baby)
Pick up the pick up the pieces yeah
Pick up the pieces (ay)
You pick up the pick up the pieces
You broke my heart you are the reason (reason)
You pick up the pick up the pieces (pieces)
Written by: Dylan Weill

