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。
BPM80
歌詞
'Cause I'm a snack and you beg, beg to please me
Cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
So have another tantrum, but you're fuckin' toast
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
This bitch looks infected so go call forensics
Don't call it impressive, I'm just anorexic
So don't get it twisted, dyslexic, respect it
'Cause I'm indestructible, body electric
People always come to me to get sick
Don't know what you heard but I don't think you can catch it
So fuck the aesthetic
My noosе like a necklace
Watch out whilе I neck this
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch, wou-wou-wou-wou-wou
(You like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
Don't mean to be a bitch
But hey honey, I'm mean
You shoulda left that shit
Back in twenty sixteen
'Cause I'm
Riding round town with the old sick kids
In a baggy ass shirt, you don't get to see my ribs
No honey it doesn't hurt, I don't need that shit to live
Five cigarettes lit, got my fishnets ripped
I'm a tripped ass bitch, got residuals at intervals
Only reason my brain's inside my body is centrifugal
I'm spinning down down, ICU condition critical
I see you feeling typical, don't treat me like a criminal
You keep picking sides but won't call yourself political
Keep looking at the light between my thighs
And try to criticize the physical but
I don't need your Eddie ass trying to be cynical
I don't need an Ana buddy trying to be minimal
Hopping on the elliptical, or hitting up my digital
Every day to watch my shit and see if I'm invisible
Don't wanna be the pinnacle, whipped cream, vodka ass bitch
With the wet dream thigh gap, busted ass lips
Buying cocaine, diet coke, die in her friend's lap
Don't focus on me, just sell me that Vyvanse
I don't wanna move yet but I'm bored of the bars
Six boys in the car, engine like a Spanish R
Yeah, you care where I'm at
I don't care where you are
Ring ring on my phone
Like the fuckin' bell jar
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch wou-wou-wou-wou-wou
(You like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch you for a drink and I'm an alcoholic (you like that, right?)
I would never let you hit it behind fifty condoms
Wouldn't touch wou-wou-wou-wou-wou
(You like that, right?)
(You like that, right?)
'Cause I'm a snack and you beg, beg to please me
Cut you off, crack like an egg, over easy
So have another tantrum, but you're fuckin' toast
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
And call me Danny Phantom, bitch, I'm going ghost
I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Written by: J Fagotti


