Can’t Find You in New York

[Verse 1]
Queens kid
On a downtown train
Headphones loud
Tryna drown out pain
Skyscrapers lean
Like they know my name
But your face in the crowd
Never came
Late night deli
Neon in the glass
Yellow cabs splash
Rain on my past
I scroll through texts
That we never send
Your contact saved
As a question mark
Friend
[Chorus]
Can’t find you in New York
Though I’m running these blocks (hey!)
Every corner I turn
Every watch I clock
From the bridge to the Bronx
I keep chasing your ghost
Can’t find you in New York
In the city I know the most
[Verse 2]
We had plans
On a Brooklyn roof
Laughing loud
Over all that truth
You said “If you lose me
Follow the signs”
Now I chase street names
That don’t align
Soho storefronts
Mirror my face
See you flicker
Then you’re erased
I ask your name
To the subway walls
They answer back
With these metal calls
[Chorus]
Can’t find you in New York
Though I’m running these blocks (woah)
Every corner I turn
Every watch I clock
From the bridge to the Bronx
I keep chasing your ghost
Can’t find you in New York
In the city I know the most
[Bridge]
Maybe you’re uptown
Maybe you’re gone
Maybe you’re waiting
On the 1 at dawn
I’m lost in a place
I grew up inside
Looking for a face
That learned how to hide
[Chorus]
Can’t find you in New York
Though I’m running these blocks
Every corner I turn
Every watch I clock
From the bridge to the Bronx
I keep chasing your ghost
Can’t find you in New York
In the city I know the most (yeah)
Can’t find you in New York
And it hurts me the most

dance, Classic EPMD-era boom-bap at 80 BPM fused with big-room EDM energy: dusty chopped loops and thick bass on verses, then synth stabs and sidechained pads explode on the hook. Male vocals with tight, punchy rap in the verses; chorus opens into half-sung, half-chanted lines over rising filters and crowd-ready drops. Occasional DJ-style vocal cuts and hype ad-libs to glue the hip-hop and dance worlds together., edm