The Socket
Christmas
The Socket 由 G.K.B.Records - 2025 於 2025年4月20日發行，收錄於專輯《 》中I'D Rather B High On Friday
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。
BPM84
歌詞
Bitch, I ain't on that shit
Who the fuck are you
I'm trying to figure out
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you, my dude
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
What you trying to do
What you trying to do
Who the fuck are you
I know who I am
Motherfuckers out there
Every time I play this one
I feel fuckin' bad
Pussy ****
Ain't no fuckin' shame
If it's on the money
Money the fuck can
****, I don't play around
I don't play with bitches, ****
All I want
Is to fuck around
Get done, picked up, ****
Life's a fuckin' ****
You don't want to speak for me
Boy, I'm telling you
Eat you up in my rice
Life taught me
Fuck you, man, I'm getting to it
Fuck you, man, I'm getting to it
Ayy, boy, that's why I be
Getting to it
I take the boy, I get to it
I'm getting to it
Play around with my motherfuckin' money
Bitch, you lit, ****
Damn, my little bitch
I got the fuckin' gun
Sweet as can be
Motherfuckers
Pussy
Toyin' with me
Bitch, fuck around
Get motherfuckin' knocked out
I hear a bitch
Playin' by that bitch
Bitch
Let me roll up
This fuckin' fuckin' gun
I need to get out
Of this fuckin' gun
Make somethin' stupid
And watch this fuckin' turn
Who the fuck are you
I messin' up
Momma's all mad
Momma's all mad
And I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfuckin' plug
Fuck that's fresh pad
I'm a socket
Come and plug in
When you need a fuckin' plug
I'm a zombie
I'm a zombie
I'm a zombie
I'm a zombie
Fuck what you talkin, boy
Run up hard
Get the fuckin' head
Blast it off your shoulders, man
Bitch, I don't play around
When it come to that cheese
I need all my magazines
Give me my money, please
Can I have my money
Can I have my money
Can I have my motherfuckin' money
I ain't playin' around
Wake up early mornin
You already know, bitch
I'm on it
Callie ain't that bad, boy
On that fuckin' chase
For the words
Bitches want me to know the fuckin' shit
I ain't playin' around
Make somethin' on a daily basis
Bitch, I'm cute
Like I'm goin' for a random age
Bitch, I'm in the future
I ain't playin' around
Playin' with me
Before I run up
I ain't have this fuckin' shit
Bitch, I'm bad
I ain't be
Talkin' to me
I ain't exist
Baby I ain't come
Starting out to zich
Bitch, you call me zahk
Shippin' money on my fuckin' wrist
On my tag
In a motherfuckin' T's
Bitch, I'm shining
Biggie and Chris
I'm shinin' like a diamond
I ain't getting to this deeper
Bitch, you look crazy
You don't know who the fuck I am
Your questions ain't
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck is you
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Man, I don't know you
I don't know you
Who are you
Bitch, I'm getting to this deeper
I'm the zahk man
I'm the zahk man
I'm the zahk man
Smokin' all those motherfuckin' margaritas
Bitch, and I can eat all the cheese
Stopping, bitch, and running up on the streets
Motherfuckers in the club like Kenzie's
I ain't got time, boy, I get it in the knees
Playing with me, boy
You don't want to be ahead of me, bitch
When I'm high, **** fuckin' on free
Cuffs on my thigh, back up, **** don't squeeze
Bitch, when I got my guns, bitch, you know I squeeze
I ain't even got a D, I ride a fuckin' cheese
Bitch, if I'm the first to go to bed
Girl, my face is where it's at, bitch
When I play, I shoot you in your face, bitch
We without no trace, bitch
My friend, I swear to God, you easy, bitch
You don't know about this shit, bitch
I'm grindin' on my bitch
And until I show up like a star
I ain't got time, bitch, you know
When I'm fly, I want that dog
****, fly
****, joy drive
And, bitch, fuck, I don't open
****, I'm spinnin, bitch
I'm talkin' about scenarios
I ain't stop playin, bitch
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' superhero
Bitch, fuck you, man, bitch
You hearin' through that bread
Motherfucker, you heard what I said
This my catapult, baby
I'm the motherfuckin' top, man
Bitch, I'm mad
Fuck around, run out
Motherfucker, leave a **** on read
Let me hold all the real cheap and not his head
Thanks for watching
Written by: Daje Livingston
