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 bridge from his office

Lights illuminate the small body jumping off it

Corner 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

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