[Intro – Spoken / crowd ambience, soft house/R&B groove] Wind in my face… city lookin’ like a circuit board… Somebody laughin’ by the bar, DJ runnin’ it back… 3AM in New York… [Verse 1 Vibed Singing and Falsettos] Rooftop glow, skyline spreadin’ out wide, Hudson lookin’ like a chain on the side. String lights hang, speakers hummin’ that groove, Whole crew here and we all in the mood. My day-one boys in designer and grime, Talkin’ ‘bout stocks and they still on time. Used to split plates, now they pour top-shelf, Funny how the grind made us all find self. [Pre-Chorus, Empty Beat then bring it in] Shorty by the rail with the curls and the smile, Eyes hit mine, hold it there for a while. Champagne fizz, little sway in her step, Heartbeat fall in with the bass we kept. [Chorus, chopped and doubled vocals] It’s 3AM in New York, and the city feel right, Uptown breeze, brown-skin glow in the light. Old friends winnin’, everybody on ten, Can’t believe how far it’s been. It’s 3AM in New York, and my worries on mute, Skyscraper halo ‘round the homies in suits. If this is what “made it” startin’ to look like, I’ma dance on this rooftop for the rest of the night. [Verse 2] Hookah in the corner, cards on the table, One homie talkin’ ‘bout closin’ on a brownstone cradle. Another got a baby on the way by fall, We toast to the wins, put respect on it all. She slide through the crowd, sundress in the wind, Ask me where I’m from, "where every you are baby". “Been a few cities, but this one hit,” I say, “New York got a soul that fit.” We laugh ‘bout dreams we forgot to chase, Then trade new plans over views of the place. Her perfume soft in the cold night air, I swear the whole sky lean in to stare. [Pre-Chorus, Empty Beat then bring it in] DJ spin an old joint we all still know, Everybody yell the hook when it blow. She grab my hand, pull me into the sway, And for once, all the noise in my head go away. [Chorus, chopped and doubled vocals] It’s 3AM in New York, and the city feel right, Uptown breeze, brown-skin glow in the light. Old friends winnin’, everybody on ten, Can’t believe how far it’s been. It’s 3AM in New York, and my worries on mute, Skyscraper halo ‘round the homies in suits. If this is what “made it” startin’ to look like, I’ma dance on this rooftop for the rest of the night. [Bridge – Smooth, melodic] No ghosts tonight, just laughter and smoke, No sad boy script, no hearts half-broke. Just city air and hands held tight, Just “we still here” in the middle of the night. From Bourbon Street haze to Miami sand, ATL shadows to this view so grand. For the first time, I ain’t runnin’ from pain, I’m just breathin’ in the sky and the sound of my name. [Chorus – Final, layered harmonies / ad-libs, chopped, repeated] It’s 3AM in New York, and the city feel right, Uptown breeze, brown-skin glow in the light. Old friends winnin’, everybody on ten, We ain’t done, we just begin. It’s 3AM in New York, and my heart’s on beat, Concrete jungle lookin’ soft at my feet. If this is what “home” finally feels like, Let the sun catch me dancin’ when it cracks the night. [Outro – Spoken, fading, faint sirens in distance] Some nights break you… Some nights heal you…
