“Snow Day in the City”
[Hook]
It’s a snow day in the city,
Brooklyn roofs wear white like a crown,
Yellow cabs move slow through the pretty,
All the noise of the streets turned down.
We got footprints, not deadlines,
Cold hands, warm hearts in the crowd,
It’s a snow day in the city,
And the whole world feel slowed down.
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[Verse 1]
Woke up to a sky lookin’ soft, no sound,
Just light through the blinds, flakes driftin’ down.
Phone full of texts sayin’, “Bro, you see this?”
MTA delayed, whole city on freeze switch.
Steel fire escapes wear a sugar-coat shine,
Steam from the grates mixin’ up with the sky.
Corner store gate halfway, old man inside,
Salt on the sidewalk, coffee keepin’ him alive.
Kids on the block throw snow like confetti,
Bushwick to the Heights, all the boroughs stay ready.
Snow angels on concrete, boots on the pavement,
For once, nobody’s in a rush to make payments.
Sirens sound distant, like they under a blanket,
Skyline blurred out, whole frame feel painted.
I’m standin’ in the middle just watchin’ it fall,
New York finally gave itself time to stall.
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[Hook]
It’s a snow day in the city,
Brooklyn roofs wear white like a crown,
Yellow cabs move slow through the pretty,
All the noise of the streets turned down.
We got footprints, not deadlines,
Cold hands, warm hearts in the crowd,
It’s a snow day in the city,
And the whole world feel slowed down.
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[Verse 2]
Train platform packed, but nobody complainin’,
L train late, but the mood feel changin’.
Everybody laughin’ at the guy who slipped,
Help him up, brush him off, we all back in the mix.
Pigeons look confused like, “What is this?”
Statue of Liberty hazy in the distance.
Bridge lights glow through the flurries and fog,
Hudson wearin’ ice like a winter facade.
We hit the deli, fog on the glass,
Beef patty, hot chocolate in a paper bag.
Radio low, old salsa on the station,
Outside look like a brand-new nation.
Snow stack high on the bike lane lines,
Street art drippin’ with the melt in time.
And for once, Wall Street and the Bronx move the same,
Everybody slow-walkin’ through the white-out frame.
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[Hook]
It’s a snow day in the city,
Brooklyn roofs wear white like a crown,
Yellow cabs move slow through the pretty,
All the noise of the streets turned down.
We got footprints, not deadlines,
Cold hands, warm hearts in the crowd,
It’s a snow day in the city,
And the whole world feel slowed down.
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[Bridge]
Let the flakes fall on my face, I ain’t rushin’ away,
Let the cold bite just a little, I’ma feel it today.
All the bills, all the stress, all the weight, all the plans,
Disappear for a moment in the palms of my hands.
We don’t get many days where the city feels kind,
Where the grind takes a breath and the streets rewind.
So I’ma hold this, freeze-frame, lock it in my mind,
New York in the snow, finally lookin’ like it’s mine.
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[Outro / Hook – softer]
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