Brooklyn

[Verse: Ben Beal]
As time moves slow here
Broken record skips a bit, the latent motion low tier
Too humid for this type of movement, I'm only human
But she looks at me just like she looking through 'em, must be lucid
On this vacant alleyway in Brooklyn, quiet, hear the water drop
Cat scampers, purrs, and hits the puddle with a bellyflop
Man with the saxophone, shrills into the moonlight
Hat stays empty by his feet, hoping for food tonight
The lights on the awning of the jazz club on 5th street
The bouncer throws the rabblerousing drunk onto the concrete
Rich man peers at the bridgе from his office
Lights illuminate the small body jumping off it
Cornеr store open 24, we'll grab a coffee
Sit and conversate about the wicked city, always working late
Another normal Saturday, a dirty vodka lemonade
I stumble to the turnstile, L train running late
Rowdy group of tourists take a picture by the city map
Hoping that this moment sits forever in his photograph
Camera stolen by a hooded man, they go report it
But this city is enormous, and their problems more important
So I drop her off at Flatbush, with hands in pockets, I walk away
Spend some solemn moments as I hail a cab and contemplate
What a world, what a time, what a day
Nothing left to do but watch the cityscape

[Hook: Cole Bauer]
Three more days in Brooklyn, tryna catch the sunshine through the building
All those dreams you plan on killing, tryna make a living
Running on a feeling, only
Three more days in Brooklyn, tryna catch the sunshine through the building
All those dreams you plan on killing, tryna make a living
Running on a feeling, only