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。
BPM64
歌詞
Skrrt, skrrt
Huh, I swerve
Off of this drink, got me slurrin' my words
Beat hard than a bitch and this hoe came from Fuurgg
Big Swerve, drag in the coupe, swerve
Go 150, I fly down the lane like a bird
Tryna run on my racks, count this shit like a nerd
If you owe better pay like the first and the third
Bro, social media flexin ain't got no cash
I send lil bro on his ass, car got a digital dash
392 like the roar, like a beast when I pass
Two styrofoam cups, not a glass
Trap movin' bags, when that drac hit, make him lag
Back door his brother and brag, this shit gettin' bad
These **** goin' out sad
How you a hustler with nothin' to sell
I'm catchin' plays in the H Tank Dell
How you gon' slide with no money for bail
Walk in the spot, it's a exotic smell
Get off your ass, ****, get out your shell
We takin' these risks, ain't no option to tell
Shit random as fuck, but my young **** hell
He learned about them guns before he learn how to spell
Driftin' that bitch till it, hop on two wheels
Yo day one just changed, ****, how would you feel
From the murda, where this shit really get for real
Shit crazy what they do for blue dollar bills
You only live once, you won't get no refill
He'll slime your ass out for a chain and a grill
Pour out your heart and watch out for the spills
Tryin' to run up some mills with some Olympic skills
I do this shit every day
I need the pape to come in from like every which way
I go hard for them bands, I don't play
Fuck up the motion, you ain't gon' have nowhere to stay
Block out the shit in the way
They be like, Swerve, where you been
****, stop the delay
****, this shit gotta pay
I'm in the stu tryin' to get this shit droppin' by May
Not the same ****, you know
I had to change, had to grow
**** gon' hate cause they broke
I put that fire on your ass, make you float
I put that fire on that boy, turn his ass to a ghost
**** ain't talkin' paper, always tryin' to joce
Free the bros till they free
****, 12 do the most
****, DSTG in this bitch have a toast
Off of this drink, got me slurrin' my words
Beat hard than a bitch and this hoe came from Fuurgg
Big Swerve, drag in the coupe, Swerve
Go 150, I fly down the lane like a bird
Tryin' to run on my racks, count this shit like a nerd
If you owe, better pay like the first and the third
Bro, social media Flexin, he ain't got no cash
I send lil bro on his ass, car got a digital dash
392 like the roar, like a beast when I pass
Two styrofoam cups, not a glass
Trap movin' bags, when that drac hit make em lag
Back door his brother and brag, this shit gettin' bad
These **** goin' out sad
Written by: Douglas Wayne Wilson


