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。
BPM111
歌詞
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
But I love a good girl with bad curves
So I hit the break, hit the gas, swerve
And for the record, I damn near wrecked that shit
Never had the road get wet that quick
Fuckin' on the hood, we gon' dent that shit
And I don't think insurance'll protect that shit
I'm off o' thirty milligram, I pop it like a Skittle
I know that's a lot but I feel like it's a little
Red solo, drinkin' by my individual
When I'm real high she be somewhere in the middle
Always in the right place at the wrong time
On vine she a light weight of a red wine
When I see her out she follow me all night
Wake up in the morning and follow me online
In the real life she do what she wanna do
Got the same feeling she did when she twenty two
Twenty eight now the titties are fake now
She live in LA heard that she fuckin' with Drake now
That's crazy, I had to give you the breakdown
That's what the bitch had been up to
I had to give you the update, and give it a upgrade
I had to give you the Part two, when it go like
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
First off she just gotta have the last word
And that bitch knows all of my passwords
She let a hundred K followers gas her
And now there's only one way to attract her
And that's Hollywood actors, prolly hood rappers
NBA cats from the Lakers or Raptors
Twenty five I didn't get the Aston
It's a good thing it didn't happen
Only way to stop me was to crash it
That's a two hundred fifty thousand dollar casket
Back then she was a distraction
She would send a text with attachment
I was tryna focus on the bigger pic
While that little bitch tryna come up with a caption
Now she in a mag and they askin' the questions
About the fun facts and the past with the exes
"Never date a rapper if that's a suggestion"
It sound a little passive aggressive
Why you so mad and defensive?
'Cause I didn't give you half my attention
You know if we lacked a connection that I don't text back
But if you wanna pass on a message it go like
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
In the summer ninety nine degrees
I want the bus down rolly, want time to freeze
I'm too high and her class too high for me
It's like ninety five dollars for the wine and cheese
She all fucked up tryna give advice to me
About life and a wife and designer jeans
I've been feelin' myself yeah I'm fillin' myself
Like a drunk muh'fucker tryna find my keys, ayy
Get stoned hit the stage, rock it
Pill outta pocket and pop it
Told you I'm a laid back dude you can tell by my posture
That kind to set up shop and have shots with imposters
Shrimp, pasta, cranberry vodka
Five bad hoes bring 'em all to the casa
Space Jam Jordan's but they tell me I'm a monster
And you ain't on my team no more check the roster
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her you're not my bitch (you're not my bitch)
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her get off my dick (get off my dick)
Digi dash, nitro gas, time is passing
Quick quick quick quick
I just want tonight to last
Life go fast it tick tick tick tick
Written by: Calvin Scruby


