[Intro – filtered, distant, spoken] (soft, glitchy) In the year twenty-two... coffee still remembers the sun... [Verse 1 – laid-back, slightly behind the beat] Midnight circuits, neon beans Grinding dreams in silver machines Steam like ghosts, rising slow Ancient rhythm in the undertow Cup in my hand, code in my veins Bit by bit I dissolve the chains Taste of earth, taste of fire Rumba in the data wire [Pre-Chorus – building tension, whispered to clear] (low whisper → open voice) Hear it drip, hear it call Tiny pulses through it all From Havana to the stars Same old beat inside our hearts [Chorus – catchy, call & response, rhythmic] (lead) Coffee... rumba in my soul (response – airy female) in my soul, in my soul (lead) Future... but it won’t let go (response) won’t let go, won’t let go (lead) Spin it, glitch it, let it bloom (response) in the cup, in the room (all) 22nd century groove still the same coffee rumba move [Drop – instrumental vocal chops “ka-fe, ka-fe”] [Verse 2 – more rhythmic, almost rap-like] Fast lane heartbeat, 2 AM code Breakbeat traffic on a data road Sipping sunlight, roasted time Ancient dust in a neon rhyme Binary sugar on my tongue Old world song in a system run Every glitch just bends the feel But the rumba stays too real [Bridge – half-time, dreamy, floating] (airy, stretched) Slow it down... Let it breathe... Every future hides a seed... (sudden near silence) [Final Chorus – big, emotional, slightly ahead of beat] Coffee... louder than before (in my soul, in my soul) Future knocking at the door (won’t let go, won’t let go) Raise the cup, feel the heat Past and future in one beat Even when the circuits break Rumba’s rhythm won’t escape [Outro – percussion + sub pulse → final hit] (spoken, warm) Same sun... different sky... (huge final chord, no fade)
