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(Verse 1)

Yo, it’s 7 AM, I’m posted at the spot,

Big city dreams, I’m cookin’ something hot.

Cold wind blowin’, but my rhythm don’t stop,

My boom box bumpin’, this my daily bop.

Old heads pass, say “Kid, you got style,”

Little homies dappin’ me, I make ‘em stay a while.

Notes in the air, paintin’ pictures with my strings,

Ain’t no subway show, but I’m buildin’ my wings.

(Hook)

Bus stop beats, yeah, they vibin’ on the street,

Every single morning, got the city at my feet.

Bus stop dreams, I’m just chasin’ what’s real,

New York hustle, I’m just playin’ what I feel.

(Verse 2)

Lady with the coffee nods her head to my groove,

She’s late for work, but she can’t help but move.

The bus rolls up, doors creak like the beat,

Driver say, “You wild, kid, but I like the heat.”

Cats on the bench, they be tappin’ they toes,

Makin’ mixtapes live where the asphalt glows.

Each chord I strum, it’s a piece of my soul,

Each riff I spit, it’s the sound of my goals.

(Hook)

Bus stop beats, yeah, they vibin’ on the street,

Every single morning, got the city at my feet.

Bus stop dreams, I’m just chasin’ what’s real,

New York hustle, I’m just playin’ what I feel.

(Bridge)

They say, “Why you here, boy? Why not a stage?”

But the bus stop’s my kingdom, the street is my page.

Every riff, every line, it’s a chapter I write,

Till the city lights fade, and I own the night.

(Outro)

So catch me tomorrow, same time, same spot,

I’m bringin’ new heat, yeah, I’m keepin’ it hot.

From the Bronx to BK, this kid’s makin’ waves,

Bus stop beats, forever city-made.

(Hook – repeat to fade)

Bus stop beats, yeah, they vibin’ on the street,

Every single morning, got the city at my feet.

Bus stop dreams, I’m just chasin’ what’s real,

New York hustle, I’m just playin’ what I feel.