the life in a café in the city that never sleeps

Yeah, I’m having breakfast in a café in NYC, Sippin’ on that hot chocolate, you can’t even see me, Eggs sunny-side, toast buttered right, You still sleeping in, man, I’m up with the light. Lookin’ out the window, see the hustle and grind, You out here lost, while I’m one of a kind, You ain't even looking in the right spot, my man, I’m stacking up the paper and got a master plan. City never sleeps, I’m awake with my dreams, You still in the dark, I’m shining, it seems, From the block to the booth, yeah, I’m making my moves, While you’re scrolling your phone, I’m out here with grooves. Every bite I take, it’s like gold on my plate, You can’t taste this life, bro, you’re just running late, So while you’re searching for the vibe, I’m living it raw, Breakfast in the city, yeah, I’m breaking the law.