New York is everything. It’s the marinuana it’s the almost being hit by a car
It’s the exhaustion
Depletion
It’s the exhilaration
It’s the bright lights on the skyscrapers
It’s the shows in a tiny studio dorm
That you’re paying 1400
It’s the friends who also live here but aren’t from here
It’s the Yoga and slow
Slow flow
It’s the hustle and push
It’s the crying myself to sleep
It’s the so excited I’m going to implode
It’s the music that moves me
The beat to the groove
The drum to my heart
Beat me into joy