Feasting.On.The.Guts.Of.Angels.
8,821
Hip-Hop/Rap
Feasting.On.The.Guts.Of.Angels. 由 ³³marrow 於 2022年11月7日發行,收錄於專輯《Mildred》中
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。
BPM130
積分
詞曲
Patrick Jobe
詞曲創作
Spencer Linn
詞曲創作
Jeremy Klein
詞曲創作
Cameron Harrell
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
³³marrow
製作人
歌詞
You think that I won't
I'm sick of the front
I got no fuckin' patience, yeah yeah
She jump down my throat
Manage your expectations, yeah yeah
You're building a roof
When you got no foundation, yeah yeah
Signal the smoke
Spare me the altercation, yeah yeah
I'm sick of the front
I got no fucking patience, yeah yeah
She jump down my throat
Manage your expectations, yeah yeah
You're building a roof
When you got no foundation, yeah yeah
Signal the smoke
Spare me the altercation, yeah yeah
Been a minute since I really took a minute, yeah yeah
Been fixated on too many different women, yeah yeah
I've been spinnin', avoidin' all of my feelings, yeah yeah
Spillin' my guts while I'm starin' at the ceiling, yeah yeah
I've been here too many times
I'm slowly losing my mind
(Ayy!)
Bitch I'm broke
And I got holes in my clothes
But I am not impatient, yeah yeah
What the fuck do I want?
Think I got hesitations, yeah yeah
³³ always gonna be spicy
Call it capsaicin, yeah yeah
Under the impression that we're ever gonna stop
But you're fucking mistaken, yeah yeah
You a façade!
Bitch you so fraudulent
I can see it on your face, not so confident
Tried to manipulate me and my brothers
Thinking I won't, but that bitch needs a buffer
Used to pawn licks, now I'm top of my game
Peeling the skin back from under my face
Got a taste for it, now I just do it for thrills
Tried to bait me, put a shot in his gills
Not mad, I'm the gadfly
No cyanide 'cause the world just gonna keep killing me still
Sleuthy like Socrates
No one's ever gonna be able to say they bought me
Actin' like you not there, but I still care
Still stare with a blank face
Wonder what the fuck is on the TV, with a Phoebe
Tell me take her someplace
'Cause she really wanna please me
Got them Blinders on like Peaky
I've been here too many times
I'm slowly losing my mind
See red in her eyes
All of these bitches evil, yeah yeah
You twisting your tongue
Twisting my mind, that's lethal, yeah yeah
Not part of the script
Taking you out the sequel, yeah yeah
Right before I leave
I'mma get revenge, Max Keeble, yeah yeah
I'mma save you the heartache
Think it's time that we part ways (yeah!)
Not here for the long wait
Think my time is a short stay (what?)
You don't know the half of me
It's sad to see that everybody
Laughed at me like Sąjūdis, now
Bitches throw it back for me so casually
Like "deet da deet da deet da deet da deet da deet da deet"
Pour another cold one, swallow down a whole one
Checking my pulse; am I dead? Can't tell
All that I know is I'm leaving my soul
As you're in my ear screaming, "Burn in hell!"
Clip that! (What's up?)
'Cause one day, bitch, I'mma come back
Rub this shit in yo' face, eat your words that disgraced
No more MIAs, only KIAs
Where the dog tags?
You think that I won't
I'm sick of the front
I got no fuckin' patience, yeah yeah
She jump down my throat
Manage your expectations, yeah yeah
You're building a roof
When you- When you got no foundation, yeah yeah
Signal the smoke
Spare me the altercation, yeah yeah
I'm sick of the front
I got no fuckin' patience, yeah yeah
She jump down my throat
Manage your expectations, yeah yeah
You're building a roof
When you got no foundation, yeah yeah
Signal the smoke
Spare me the altercation, yeah y—
Written by: Cameron Harrell, Jeremy Klein, Patrick Jobe, Spencer Linn

