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
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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
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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。
BPM97
歌詞
Oh My Dubber Records
Bryce Did It Again Aye
They like fuck it whip some racks out everywhere a **** go
Just left the stash house, **** with like a hundred fifty bows
Yeah that's my bitch and she know yeah it's the kisses for me
But It's just me and my demon and we sliding with four yeaks (Yeah)
I might move out to Miami with my heat
This shit slight (Yeah)
I'm only asking Bryce for my beats
And overnight boy I can get you right with some P's
You say you slime, okay, wipe that **** when he sneeze (Yeah)
I'm just tryna take her home and get her out her jeans
Like get her naked, she keep asking for the dick but can't take it
I need a plate, I'm talking jerked fettuccine from Jamaicans
And fuck an eighth, boy I smoke pounds, that's why I look blasian
I feel like pac boy I get around, I'm starting to feel famous
Give me the rock and I'll get a bucket just for the game
I'm to the top and when I get there then I know **** got hate me
Don't give a fuck because from the start it was just me and Bryce made it
These **** rats, these **** twelve, **** fuck it they Tom Brady
**** fuck it slide down with five fives and r eights
And ask twozzer he'll tell you I got chop from the navy
These **** losers, **** know I had guap since a baby (Uh)
Like **** know I been about my duffle
Give a fuck ****, all the shit I did was off the muscle
Two thirty sticks bitch I got sixty rounds RIP Hussle
And it ain't for picks bitch boy you can die tryna tussle
Like boy you can die tryna play, nah fuck that boy you can die here today
Old ass **** take that shit back to myspace
Doing all that weird shit **** lurking on my page
Like let them play a game and ill take it there
And its a party next door but know we got drake in here
**** fuck a liquor store, what the fuck we got drake in here
And what the fuck I look like cleaning up?
Boy I got maintenance here
And every time we click up its hella pape in there
And everybody know that **** dub boy yeah he really rare
And everybody know that **** dub boy he ain't playing fair
And **** know **** before I ever told boy I'll take the chair
Like fuck it **** ill take the seat
And fuck a vegan, know it's up know ill forever take the beef
Don't pop pills, I pop ****, but ill forever smoke the weed
And can't put nobody first because its forever gon be Marie
And **** its forever got be me
Aye but fuck that **** it's got forever gon be G's
A hundred p's could get them gone **** I'm tryna change the scene
And she just hoping we don't fold when a **** up and leave
Damn
She really want a **** stick around (Aye)
Cause she know im the **** always hold it down
Like it's the kisses for me
So give me one before I leave (Aye)
Like boy you can die tryna play, nah fuck that boy you can die here today
Old ass **** take that shit back to myspace
Doing all that weird shit **** lurking on my page
Written by: Bryce Strom, Robert Williams


