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。
BPM70
積分
演出藝人
Fekky
聲樂
詞曲
Fekky
作曲家
Paul Oseh
作曲家
製作與工程團隊
Karlos
製作人
Paul Oseh
製作人
Splurgeboys
混音師
E&C Mastering
母帶工程師
歌詞
Yeah
On my greaze right now
We're on that
Whatever you're on, we're on that, fam
Trust me
Local
Let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, sorry to my mum
Live by the gun, I ain't putting mine down, yeah
Hating **** everywhere
They wanna lick man down, yeah
Fekky, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, yeah
Talking beef? Fucking punk
Look at you now, yeah
Fekky, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, yeah
Baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow
You don't wanna take my life
Wanna take my life
Check it, so we gotta buy more straps
Gotta bake more pies
Yeah, you don't wanna talk my name
Wanna spread them lies
Catch him on the road
And make a badboy run for his life, yeah
Hard of hearing
But he'll listen with a gun in his spine
Man will take one of yours
You ain't even gotta take one of mine
Yeah, Young Spray
I'm talking bare carbine
Yeah, Fekky
I ain't been this greazy in time
I got rich out the bando
Hating **** can't handle
Your girl said she was singing my song
And it went off the handle
Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax
Man will blow out your candle
Head get mangled and dangled
If I hear man find my angle
Yeah, these breddas ain't got your back
Trust me, brudda, they'll cheat you
These bruddas wanna run to the feds?
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Yeah, sorry to my mum
Live by the gun, I ain't putting mine down, yeah
Hating **** everywhere
They wanna lick man down, yeah
Fekky, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, yeah
Talking beef? Fucking punk
Look at you now, yeah
Fekky, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, yeah
Baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow
You don't wanna take my life
Wanna take my life
Check it, so we gotta buy more straps
Gotta bake more pies
Fekky
I don't wanna play no more
I don't wanna sit in no room and hear **** dem
Talking 'bout the game no more
Yeah
It ain't the same no more
I'm back with a bang on a new wave
Billi sauce
Yeah, don't compare me to dem man, fam
Look at my shirt
I really blazed that **** that time
I put in my work
Can't type me up up on Google, fam
And check up my worth
But I still pull up in that Range like
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
I got rich out the bando
Hating **** can't handle
Your girl said she was singing my song
And it went off the handle
Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax
Man will blow out your candle
Head get mangled and dangled
If I hear man find my angle
These **** ain't got no cajones, man
Where's your sauce, man? Yo
Billi sauce
Yeah, hating on me 'cause my chick's badder than yours
Billi sauce
I'd hate me too 'cause my bitch badder than yours
Yo, Fekky, billi sauce
Yeah, sorry to my mum
Live by the gun, I ain't putting mine down, yeah
Hating **** everywhere
They wanna lick man down, yeah
Baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, look at me now
Written by: Fekky, Paul Oseh

