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[00:08.196]Mott Street Misbehavior - Judeo
[00:22.470]Rain hit the curb, diamond puddles in the gutter
[00:25.300]Moonlight dripping, looking slicker than butter
[00:28.160]Keys to the whip, all black, call it phantom paint
[00:31.710]My street steps, fill the echoes in my chain
[00:34.600]Chris hundred bills, got it scent like cologne
[00:37.380]Stacks in my hand, but I'm feeling alone
[00:40.190]Street light blink, city hums in my dome
[00:43.130]Came from the struggle, now my struggle's my throne
[00:45.980]My street misbehave, yeah
[00:49.570]Money on my mind
[00:52.400]Dreams on the rise
[00:55.290]Beat the doubts behind
[00:57.440]My street misbehave, yeah
[01:00.950]Shadows in the glow
[01:03.840]Diamonds in the dark
[01:06.680]Watch them spark and show
[01:08.320]Flick of the wrist, gold bling on my sleeve
[01:11.000]Time keep ticking, but I'm hard to believe
[01:13.860]Gossip in the alleys, whispers in the cracks
[01:16.410]But my vision too sharp, see the snakes in the grass
[01:19.550]Soul on the center, heartbeat on the 808
[01:22.430]Late night hunger, eat the world on my plate
[01:25.240]Champagne float, but the bubbles feel flat
[01:28.150]Luxury's a curse when you can't go back
[01:31.010]Echoes of the past, footsteps on the bricks
[01:33.870]My street whispers, shadows play tricks
[01:36.680]Cold wind howling, but my neck stay froze
[01:39.580]Roots in the struggle, still the hustle grows
文本歌词
Mott Street Misbehavior - Judeo
Rain hit the curb, diamond puddles in the gutter
Moonlight dripping, looking slicker than butter
Keys to the whip, all black, call it phantom paint
My street steps, fill the echoes in my chain
Chris hundred bills, got it scent like cologne
Stacks in my hand, but I'm feeling alone
Street light blink, city hums in my dome
Came from the struggle, now my struggle's my throne
My street misbehave, yeah
Money on my mind
Dreams on the rise
Beat the doubts behind
My street misbehave, yeah
Shadows in the glow
Diamonds in the dark
Watch them spark and show
Flick of the wrist, gold bling on my sleeve
Time keep ticking, but I'm hard to believe
Gossip in the alleys, whispers in the cracks
But my vision too sharp, see the snakes in the grass
Soul on the center, heartbeat on the 808
Late night hunger, eat the world on my plate
Champagne float, but the bubbles feel flat
Luxury's a curse when you can't go back
Echoes of the past, footsteps on the bricks
My street whispers, shadows play tricks
Cold wind howling, but my neck stay froze
Roots in the struggle, still the hustle grows