Back on the Corner (Latin Jazz Cypher)

[Verse 1] I’m a small cup, dark drip, straight grind guy Know the barista, they nod when I slide by Da wife text, “baby, do a little run for us” Whole fam chiming in, group chat turn to bus “Get the pink one, the purple one, extra sweet” I’m scrolling through the list like, this a prank on me? Photo on the menu, fruit float like a koi pond I’m the bitter bean king, what am I doin’ wrong? Second one stacked up, caramel in a tight swirl Whipped cream tower look taller than my whole world I re-read the order like a legal brief My soul stand up, but my knees feelin’ weak [Chorus] I just drink black coffee Now I’m holdin’ clouds and candy in my hand My street cred droppin’ in the lobby All for the fam, they don’t understand I just drink black coffee Now I’m carryin’ cups I cannot defend They call my name, my cover story’s sloppy This little favor really did my image in (oh man) [Verse 2] Walk in the shop, all locals, it’s the usual crew They know my order by the shoes and the mood I bring through Barista wink, “Same thing?” I say “uh… not today” Pull my phone out, read the list, lookin’ away “Need that pink thing, the sparkly, with the fruit parade And that dessert in a cup that my daughter just made” Room go quiet like someone cut the power I hear a spoon clink, feel my cool turn sour Dude in the corner with the beanie raise brow I can hear him think “wow, he different now” They write my name on a cup with a little heart I’m clutching my black drip like emotional support [Chorus] I just drink black coffee Now I’m holdin’ clouds and candy in my hand My street cred droppin’ in the lobby All for the fam, they don’t understand I just drink black coffee Now I’m carryin’ cups I cannot defend They call my name, my cover story’s sloppy This little favor really did my image in (hey!) [Bridge] Both hands full, sticky lids, sugar fog in my face Tryna balance all this foam with a shred of grace See a homie on the sidewalk, ask “that you?” I just point at the cups, say “this is family juice” He laugh, “sure, sure,” I can feel the rumor spread One pink, one caramel, both stuck to my rep Next day I walk in, they still smirkin’ at the till “I swear it’s straight black,” I say, “check the will” [Chorus] I just drink black coffee Now I’m holdin’ clouds and candy in my hand My street cred droppin’ in the lobby All for the fam, they don’t understand I just drink black coffee Now I’m carryin’ cups I cannot defend They call my name, my cover story’s sloppy But for my people, I’d lose all my cool again