LRC歌词
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[00:00.290]Bands - Judeo
[00:03.750]Money talk, towers in my palm
[00:16.956]Build it brick by brick, now it's coming to storm
[00:19.956]Diamonds dance on my wrist, chandelier on my arm
[00:23.396]Heart cold but the chain keep the neck feeling warm
[00:27.356]Came from the dirt, now the floor's all marble
[00:30.566]Whips foreign-born, engines growl, they snarl
[00:33.976]Dreams so big, think but the world feels small
[00:37.376]On my throne, watching all the pawns crawl
[00:40.786]Money talk, towers
[00:43.336]Reach the sky
[00:44.966]Stacks on stacks make the angels cry
[00:48.006]From the ground to the clouds we rise
[00:50.996]Money talk, towers
[00:52.936]We never die
[00:54.606]Loyalty thin, but the paper's thick
[00:57.986]Counting blue faces while the clock goes tick
[01:01.416]Enemies plotting but they never stick
[01:04.826]Got the squad tight knit like a magic trick
[01:08.046]Rolls Royce glide, no sound on the street
[01:12.646]Champagne popping, toast to the heat
[01:15.436]Success on repeat like a drum line beat
[01:18.886]They try to knock me down but I'm still on my feet
[01:24.266]Tall towers cast shadows on the weak
[01:27.686]Echoes of my hustle every time I speak
[01:30.816]From the valleys to the peaks, my legacy leaks
[01:33.696]Money talk loud, I let it preach
文本歌词
Bands - Judeo
Money talk, towers in my palm
Build it brick by brick, now it's coming to storm
Diamonds dance on my wrist, chandelier on my arm
Heart cold but the chain keep the neck feeling warm
Came from the dirt, now the floor's all marble
Whips foreign-born, engines growl, they snarl
Dreams so big, think but the world feels small
On my throne, watching all the pawns crawl
Money talk, towers
Reach the sky
Stacks on stacks make the angels cry
From the ground to the clouds we rise
Money talk, towers
We never die
Loyalty thin, but the paper's thick
Counting blue faces while the clock goes tick
Enemies plotting but they never stick
Got the squad tight knit like a magic trick
Rolls Royce glide, no sound on the street
Champagne popping, toast to the heat
Success on repeat like a drum line beat
They try to knock me down but I'm still on my feet
Tall towers cast shadows on the weak
Echoes of my hustle every time I speak
From the valleys to the peaks, my legacy leaks
Money talk loud, I let it preach