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。
BPM96
歌詞
(she gon fuck on me and the bros, bros)
(she gon fuck on me and the bros, bros)
(said i need more, more)
(outside juggin' **** you a bozo)
(this one for all the mamacitas)
(this one for all the mamacitas)
(she gon sip with me, off of the keisha)
(off of the keisha)
Outside juggin' **** you a bozo
Imma get the bread, even if it go slow
My nose steady runnin' from the coco
Bro locked up runnin' from the po po
In my cup pourin' fours, am i loco?
She gon fuck on the gang, how the hoes go
Im drunker than a bitch, i say hold up whoa
I need more, more
Have you ever met a **** with his heart so cold?
Finna get sad again, here we go
I dont wanna talk, i dont think i like you anymore
Bipolar from the drop, knew when that shit hit the floor
Demons on the clock, i just hear em knockin' at my door
This bitch thinkin' that we locked, pack your bags
You gotta go
Whip breaking bad, coke up in my trunk
I let it snow
When i come up from this trappin'
Yall will never see me poor
These bitches do the most
**** bout doin' the same, got my dick up in they throat
Five-seveN, hear a bang, turn your ass into a ghost
Three five, rollin' up this wood, that is how i cope
We slide, bumpin' in your hood, and i got my pole
We lied bout them pills, shoulda known them hoes was fake
I be clutchin' on a FN, my brodie be clutchin' drac
Dont come in my section, you gon find someone brand new to hate
Giving out concessions, serve it to your granny no debate
Grindin' aint no resting, i dont threw my problems in the sink
Late night, steady stressin' i cant help but what i think
Think this rappin' shit a blessin, i be sippin' on this pink
Bro doin' pills, other dude doin' lsd
Im glad she aint just picking and choosing
Baby what you doin' i like how you movin' let me see
Pussy like a movie, this shit coulda been on TMZ
Knew that i was slidin' when she done texted me emp
Open up, i want them legs divided, everything to me
Dont give a fuck, im gon buy it even if she costs a fee
Label me a pirate, we be servin' dope across the seas
When i hear them sirens, i aint using nothing but my feet
I feel like a child, it aint nothing that i wanna eat
Long life, know we living wild, your love i seek
Your smile, living inside my head rent free
Your side
I always pick your side when we be
Arguing about that past, it got me feelin' empty
I know i made mistakes, and it my fault that they was tempting
I dont want us to forget about the good times we had
Thinkin' bout you everytime i make a song, i be sad
Throw that ass, bring it here baby, im tryna reach that
Shawty look so good in black, she just got a new tat
(Outside juggin' **** you a bozo)
(Imma get the bread, even if it go slow)
(My nose steady runnin' from the coco)
(Bro locked up runnin' from the po po)
(In my cup pourin' fours, am i loco?)
(She gon fuck on the gang, how the hoes go)
(Im drunker than a bitch, i say hold up whoa)
I need more, more
Have you ever met a **** with his heart so cold?
Finna get sad again, here we go
I dont wanna talk, i dont think i like you anymore
Bipolar from the drop, knew when that shit hit the floor
Demons on the clock, i just hear em knockin' at my door
This bitch thinkin' that we locked, pack your bags
You gotta go
Whip breaking bad, coke up in my trunk
I let it snow
When i come up from this trappin'
Yall will never see me poor
Written by: B. A. Dominguez


