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。
BPM139
積分
詞曲
Theodore Davis III
詞曲創作
歌詞
I'm tryna get high
I'm tryna get high(Woah-oh-oh-oh)
I'm tryna get high(Woah-oh-oh-oh)
I'm tryna get high
Pop me a yellow I'm bussin
Sip me some sprite mix it with robitussin
Just copped me a glock Ima buss it
I told you I ain't for talk no discussion
**** gon trip stop running
I call up the guys cause the bitches is coming
I'm fucking my girl and I fill her like stuffing
I hit from the back and I'm putting my thumb in I'm woah
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin(I'm tryna get high)
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin(I'm tryna get high)
Pop me a yellow I'm bussin
Sip me some sprite mix it with robitussin
Just copped me a glock Ima buss it
I told you I ain't for talk no discussion
Talking to me I don't wanna converse
I fucked up his mans but I'm doing him worse
His mama is crying cuz he in a hearse
Stupid boy wanted fame now his face on a shirt
He wanted the world now he dead in the dirt
I pull up on his bitch she eat me for dessert
She got a new boy now they call me a jerk
Now I'm reaching new heights it's no max on my vert
Too high like I'm Method
I be stepping
When you come to my hood gotta check in
Got a pole but my fist is the weapon
These **** hard headed I'm teaching 'em lessons
They wanna be me needa do what they best in
Not greater or equal to me they be less than
Like big booty bitches they throwing I'm catching
I'm locked in with God I'm not blocking my blessings
I'm born in BK the East what I'm repping
I soon be at the top I got these **** sweating
I be scoring to easy better check the settings
I ask who wanna link the bitches get to begging
The hoes wanna fuck, the first link and they necking
I give 'em hug and they legs start to spreading
Get the spits beat it up then I'm jetting
I can't wife up these hoes they not getting a wedding
Stupid bitch wanna fuck for some clout
She got a daycare my kids run in her mouth
Her pussy was dry that shit been in a drought
She fucked too many dicks make her burn in the south
I don't wanna hit cuz her kitty not right that shit big like the ocean and a smell like a trout
She all on my body and loving my music her **** is mad now we banging it out
B-I-N-G-O I been on go boy I'm ready to fight
She had her a man now she single
Was all on my dick and he got out her life
Red light(Don't stop)
Green light(Just go)
Filling the cup up with lean type of night
We counting this bread and we smoking this weed
Now we up at the top and we live the suite life(Wow)
Pop me a yellow I'm bussin
Sip me some sprite mix it with robitussin
Just copped me a glock Ima buss it
I told you I ain't for talk no discussion
**** gon trip stop running
I call up the guys cause the bitches is coming
I'm fucking my girl and I fill her like stuffing
I hit from the back and I'm putting my thumb in I'm woah
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin(I'm tryna get high)
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin, I'm bussin, I'm bussin
I'm bussin(I'm tryna get high)
Pop me a yellow I'm bussin
Sip me some sprite mix it with robitussin
Just copped me a glock Ima buss it
I told you I ain't for talk no discussion(I'm tryna get high)
I'm tryna get high
I'm tryna get high
I'm tryna get high
I'm tryna get high
Written by: Theodore Davis III

