[Verse] Silver trays and tall glass towers Running through the busy hours Pushing doors in shiny shoes Chasing tips in black and blues [Verse 2] Orders flying tables turning Coffee's hot the lights are burning In the crowd I'm just a face Carrying plates a daily race [Chorus] Hustle hustle Wallstreet life Balance trays the edge is knife Silver trays they never pause In the city full of claws [Verse 3] Stocks may rise and stocks may fall But coca-colas they’ll install Big suits talking business deals I just walk on wobbly heels [Bridge] Echoes of the trading floor Spill into my cafe door I serve dreams in cups and plates As Wallstreet’s heartbeat never waits [Verse 4] Desserts sweet but money's plain In this game we share the strain Through the sweat the hustle's thick Waiting dreams that never click
