추출 가사
Who's hit the concrete?
Groove on fire.
Glance at the shop, lifting higher.
Baseline walls with a lazy grin.
City breathing, let's dive in.
Talking street, they know my name.
Every blocks be just the same.
Fuck don't sleep.
It moves in heat.
Hear the rhythm talk, talking street.
Home calls out, the crowd reply.
Snare cracks low on the city skies, guitar steps clean.
voices home.
Every groves where we come from, talking street.
no need to hide, souls out.
Every lie and every bee tells our story, talking street.
Final crackle.
Echo wide, broken angles, but pure inside.
For survive where heart still me.
Keep on moving down the street.
Midnight, home, the blue will fade, every sign.
My hand was made.
Talking street, we talking tone, rhythm, life.
It stands alone.
