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。
BPM65
歌詞
Fuck
Real Rx
Walk in this bitch like I'm on crazy pills
I am way too goddamn high on yerkys
Wockesha say she love me and she for me
Deep down I know she gon' hurt me
This bitch gon' be the death of me
But I'm in love with that bitch deathily
Cuz told me I need stop drinking this shit
You know how many times I tried to quit?
This bitch call my name whenever I'm sick
Take a couple sips, don't feel the shit
My mama looking at me kinda funny
Every day my bitch call me a junkie
Don't question me 'bout how I spend my money
Bitch, one cup cost me three hundred
I walk in this bitch like Mike Jones
Don't ask what's in my styrofoam
Walk in this bitch with the .40 cal
Higher than Orlando Brown
I ain't sipping liquor when I'm in the club
Double cup with me in the club
Baby Dracs with us in the club
F&N sitting by my gut
Bulldog bigger than Shotgun Suge
This shit'll get uglier than Shotgun Suge
Touch my cup, I wish you would
Pap turned to a real-life bug
I don't like to talk when I'm on the drugs
They killed BK, it was over drugs
Spinnin' through blocks, we high on drugs
It is what it is and it was what it was
Walk in this bitch like, "What's crackin', cuz?"
They can hate all they want, they ain't fucking with us
They say the Wock' fucking up my gut
My bitch got more YSL than Young Thug
Pour a deuce, sip, feel numb
I'ma drink the pint 'til it's done
I feel like Pimp C and Bun
Stuff a hundred in the fucking trunk
Taking rocks and my back starting to hurt
Auntie blacked, I forgot it's the first
Before I asked the question, I shot out a verse
My bitch walk in this bitch with a Uzi in her purse
My bitch walked in like the real Uzi Vert
Pap walk in like the real Lucifer
I'm high as hell, I'm still kind of hurt
Keep seeing my daddy get lowered in the dirt
I'm remembering that long ride behind the hearse
Flashbacks had me crying in my verse
Get way too high, I don't wanna drive
Nothing but evil shit run through my mind
These **** make real good songs
I really see shit when I'm all alone
And I really did shit when nobody knows
Seen a homicide at four years old
Wockesha told me she'd keep me warm
I said, "Bitch, you ain't no good for my soul"
Sometimes I wan' be all alone
Even when I'm alone, I'm still not alone
Always feel like somebody in my home
All BK was tryna do was make it home
I wanna throw this cup so goddamn bad
I wanna flush these Percs so goddamn bad
But without these drugs, where would I be at?
I quit for 30 minutes and relapsed
You know nothing 'bout seeing no bodies
Smile when I walk but it's demons inside me
Off the drank, I look like a zombie
I'm high as fuck, can't find my car keys
I wish I could tell somebody what's up
They gon' think I'm crazy when I tell them what's up
My bitch ask me what's wrong and I tell her it's nothing
We both know goddamn well it's something
I seen Auntie Boot two days ago
But she died when I was 14 years old
Any time the house start getting cold
I start asking, "Aunt, what you want?"
Sometimes I hear answers back
I can't go to sleep when it's pitch black
I'm having nightmares and flashbacks
Where in the fuck is my cup at?
Walk in this bitch like Craig Mack
They say, "Papi, you need to go to rehab"
My mama called me, told me, "I'm praying for you"
The other day BK said, "I'm waiting for you"
I'm on the way
Real Rx
Written by: chester roscoe

