Rocket 由 TenThousand Projects, LLC 於 2020年3月27日發行,收錄於專輯《QUINCHO》中
BPM64
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。
歌詞
Uh, **** wanna throw it
Ayy, ayy, hol' on, **** tryna throw it
Gang, gang, hol' on
Ayy, fa, fa, fa
Gang, hol' on
Beat Demons in your ear, bitch (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hol' on, gang, ayy
I'm really strapped with that rocket
I was outside in the projects
Low-key, I was smart, could've went to a college
She tryna fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young **** goblins
I'm flyer than a bitch, I don't need me a stylist
And I'm knee-deep in the 4 making private
Don't try to come stop it, my young **** violent
Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
Whole lot of diamonds on me, bitch, I'm shinin'
I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
I came from the dirt to the top where I'm climbin'
These **** cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin'
Lost in the 4 with no motherfuckin' guidance
Tony Hawk for that bread, bitch, I'm motherfuckin' grindin'
She tryna fuck 'cause she see how I'm rockin'
Treat that boy like a doctor, pull up like I'm stalkin'
We wet his block with this Glock like Katrina
We pull up, like, "Fa fa," then we slide in the beamer
I see **** shocked 'cause they wasn't believers
And now I'm on TV, they know I'm a creature, hol' on
I ride for my posse, rockin' Versace
My young **** grimy, don't play 'cause they slimy
Lil' bitch tryna top me, she gon' off a molly
Go get in that cat and get beat like karate
Roll a wood of gelati, I'm in my body
I ball like I'm Giannis, they know they can't stop me
We gon 'slide on his block with a stick like it's hockey
Louis V from the sneaks to the tee, bitch, I'm cocky
Bet not nobody move, hol' on, bet not nobody move
That **** old and we takin' his shoes
Since he want him a show, we put bro on the news
**** talking like hoes 'cause they know what I do
He get chopped like a 'fro, hit his store with that tool
And I really want throat from the ho, then I'm through
Lot of **** be broke, we got dough, I salute (gang, gang, gang)
Hol' on, gang (gang)
I'm really strapped with that rocket
I was outside in the projects
Low-key, I was smart, could've went to a college
She tryna fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young **** goblins
I'm flyer than a bitch, I don't need me a stylist
And I'm knee-deep in the 4 making private
Don't try to come stop it, my young **** violent
Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
Whole lot of diamonds on me, bitch, I'm shinin'
I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
I came from the dirt to the top where I'm climbin'
These **** cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin', gang, gang, gang
Hol' on, ayy, ayy, **** keep cappin', ain't rhymin'
Ayy, bitch, I'm too sick, need a sinus
Ayy, ayy, ayy, we go up with them diamonds
Ayy, bitch, I'm too sick, need a virus
Ayy, we hit his block and rewind it
Ayy, I hit his block and rewind it
My young **** goblins, don't play 'cause they slimy
Ayy, gang, hol' on
Written by: Christopher Gomez, Mark Christopher Hardin Jr., Quinlan Sharif McAfee


