Pressure 由 Slump6s 於 2024年12月6日發行,收錄於專輯《Salvation》中
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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
(The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit, the pills pink too, haha)
Skrrt, woah, woah, woah
Ayy
Ayy, fuck **** tryna run off, I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off, (Brrt, brrt), **** not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, **** think he special (Ayy)
It’s some fake **** had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure (Okay, okay)
We take a trip, where you at?
What the fuck? I don't play 'bout that cash, pushin' up in that new Forgiato
**** be broke as a bitch, it ain't makin' no sense, man, I guess it's a hard pill to swallow
Geeked up, I-I-I'm on the set, booted up off a 30, I'm feelin' like Demi Lavato
Find where he at, I'ma get his lil' at, if he talkin' that shit, now his mouth full of hollows
I see where they headed, **** say that I ain't on shit, why the fuck would he say that?
In my new crib, I be laid back
**** like bitches, in love with that drama, I hate that
Bitch I done ran up a M, fuck 'bout your lil' ass thirty bands, I already made that
You must be new to this get money shit, man, I'm true to this, I steady laugh to the bank
Just copped the new AMG, it cost me double the shit that you make just to fill up the tank
I heard **** talkin' behind my lil' back, why the fuck the bitch **** ain't say nun' to my face?
I saw new **** comin' around, don't worry 'bout it, my gun around, I keep this shit on my waist (Blatt, blatt)
Yeah, this shit a hunnid round list, it's hunnids countin' hunnids, know broke **** cannot relate
Y'all **** be washed up (Eugh), bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout twin that made "Rubbin Off The Paint" (Okay)
Why in the fuck would I care what they talk about? (Ayy), **** my son's, **** know that I made it (**** know that I made it)
Whole bunch of bitch **** giving the run around, I’m tryna gun 'em down, yeah paper-plate-'em
Bitch ****, talk with your chest when you speakin' on me, turn this shit up, can't hear what you sayin'
Yeah that go for anybody, I'm high off this Oxy' right now, shawty give me some space
Ho, I ain't just anybody, better get you some cash before talkin' 'bout money with me
I ain't trustin' just anybody, 'cause recently started to separate real from the fake
Brand new truck, it's the biggest body, feel my brain, I'ma hop out this truck and get faced (Okay, okay, okay)
Hey, what the fuck good with these ****? They hoppin' from dick to dick, they acting like my lil' ho (The fuck?)
These **** they not my bro, just got a new plaque and I made that shit gold
You payin' some ****, I don't even know, but I guess it my fault, how that shit made me wrong?
What's happenin' for **** that won't do the same? Got me all in my head, like, what the fuck goin' on?
Be ballin' on ****, I don't need a ring, if she want a lil' Benz, she gon' get it for sure
Count hunnids on hunnids, my money it's goin' to sun, y'all **** went up and went broke (Nah, for real though)
I'ma die 'bout my money, he tried actin' funny (Nah, for real), then I guess it's murder she wrote (Woo)
No changin' the subject, that **** get hit up in public, my flight to a private resort (Woo)
Ain't beefin' 'bout bitches with twin, I might throw him the lob, and then tell him, "What's mine is what's yours" (Yeah)
I'm peepin' these ****, I'm seein' right through the facade, I had to go suicidal the doors
Switched up, I beat that boy ass on the cam, when you see me, no handshake, better not try and cop the plea
Bro got a lil' money, then blew the shit, ****, what happened?
N-n-now the boy sellin' his V (Lil' broke ass ****)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ayy, I’m on my second crib right now (Skrrt)
I’m on my third car (**** know what the fuck going on with me, man)
Y'all **** better catch up (Fuck **** tryna run off)
(Fuck **** tryna run off)
Ayy, fuck **** tryna run off, I-I-I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off (Okay, okay), **** not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, **** think he special
It’s some fake **** had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure
**** ain't on shit
**** ain't on shit
C'mon, yeah
**** ain't on nun'
Ain't applying no pressure (Skrrt, skrrt)
Written by: Namil Bridges


