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。
BPM59
積分
演出藝人
Clevereternal
演出者
製作與工程團隊
Shod Beats
製作人
歌詞
I told her I’m not regular
Then she treated me like I was regular
Then she tried to hit me on my cellular
She lookin at me tryna find the formula
God smoke, it’s gone make yo lungs choke
All these **** cut throat, I can make yo boat row
Ooh
**** talk shit but they do not want gun smoke
I got dat pack and it come from Barbados
And I stack cheese like it’s mother fuckin legos
I tried to tell dat bitch I wasn’t regular
A **** spend cheese on the regular
Get a couple hunnid thousand on a regular
Ooh
Narcos, trappin in a Pancho
Knocking at the front door
I can’t do no fronts though
I done gave bands given way to much leisure
Smoke too much gas, I done got anastasia
That bitch is anemic and she barely breathin
That bitch is a baby, that bit still be teething
Bitch I switch packs by the motherfuckin season
Open up her legs like that bit open season
They don’t know they hit till they see themselves leakin
They don’t know they dying till they see themselves bleeding
We gone multiply till a **** don’t see em
Imma leave ya brain and ya head on the cement
Fuckin dat bit turn dat bit to a demon
I done gave the devil my semen
Best believe they watch yea they peepin
Bitches out late yea they creepin
Feel like I don’t do enough
And I’m loosing my trust
And them guns might go bust
Yeaaa
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m advancing X2
Yea
Woah X4
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m enhancing
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m advancing
WoahX4
I told her I’m not regular
Then she treated me like I was regular
Then she tried to hit me on my cellular
She lookin at me tryna find the formula
God smoke, it’s gone make yo lungs choke
All these **** cut throat, I can make yo boat row
**** talk shit but they do not want gun smoke
I got dat pack and it come from Barbados
And I stack cheese like it’s mother fuckin legos
I tried to tell dat bitch I wasn’t regular
A **** spend cheese on the regular
Get a couple hunnid thousand on a regular
Narcos, trappin in a Pancho
Knocking at the front door
I can’t do no fronts though
I done gave bands given way to much leisure
Smoke too much gas, I done got anastasia
That bitch is anemic and she barely breathin
That bitch is a baby, that bit still be teathing
Bitch I switch packs by the motherfuckin season
Open up her legs like that bit open season
They don’t know they hit till they see themselves leakin
They don’t know they dying till they see themselves bleeding
We gone multiply till a **** don’t see em
Imma leave ya brain and ya head on the cement
Fuckin dat bit turn dat bit to a demon
I done gave the devil my semen
Best believe they watch yea they peepin
Bitches out late yea they creepin
Feel like I don’t do enough
And I’m loosing my trust
And them guns might go bust
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Written by: Mylahn Taylor Dabney

