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。
BPM71
積分
詞曲
Dallas Waiters
詞曲創作
歌詞
Come on, yeah, hop on these beats
Come on, come on, yeah, yeah
Hop on these beats and spaz
Got these old **** mad
Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad
Grade A, bud no choice but to tax
Bust this play, then put that shit on wax
Everything I spit be facts
Been that **** since YC dropped that racks on racks
You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat
Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back
Thought these Carolina **** couldn't rap
Nobody gone harder than me Stamp
Fuck me, then my dog tramp
Up all night, servin green vamp
I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp
Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am
Real country ****, my first mill Fuck that tractor going to cop that lamb
Real country **** Aunt Quinta used to cook Them grits and spam
Real country **** I got that shit off the land
Don't compare me to these peons aint none of this here for the gram
Serving that hand to hand help me run up my bands
**** this rap shit wasn't my plan
Know I'm off subject my dog got the shirts for the L O
Whats your preference white or tan
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I sit back and really be like, man
Who the fuck harder than me
Who yappin like me
Damn, them **** still asleep
I'ma wake these **** up with this
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, ran up a hundred in a drought
You ain't never seen a ten fuck **** go ahead close your mouth
Strangle my plug with a extension cord if one more bag come short
Young ****, move that dope
You on the book all day
Runnin your got damn mouth
**** we winning don't really know the last time I took no loss
Come on, yeah, yeah
Free CT out of Pound
Gave my **** a tension for serving that dog
Damn, that's like two years for every year he floss
Told my young **** at all costs
I'ma make him a boss
I feel successful left a hundred on the dresser
After she top me off
Come on, come on, yeah
Hop on these beats and spaz
Got these old **** mad
Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad
Grade A, bud no choice but to tax
Bust this play, then put that shit on wax
Everything I spit be facts
Been that **** since YC dropped that racks on racks
You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat
Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back
Thought these Carolina **** couldn't rap
Nobody gone harder than me Stamp
Fuck me, then my dog tramp
Up all night, servin green vamp
I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp
Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am
Written by: Dallas Waiters

