#VERSE
Wake up to another pot of coffee
To a lesser version of me
To another cup of everyday
Get dressed, I'm done taking a shower
I’ve got less than an hour
Before I've gotta be in class
Bus stop, pay my dollar-fifty
These metro cards are nifty
Cos I don't need to look for change
Get off and step into the real world
The smell, touch, taste, and steel world
And listen to the traffic roar-oh-oh-or
#CHORUS
Just another day in Brooklyn, ooh ooh ooh
It’s just another morning in Anywhere, USA
Just another day of headaches, another day of traffic
Another day of boredom and of dealing with our feelings
Just another calendar day of appointments
In Brooklyn, ooh yeah-ee-yeah
#VERSE
They say time flies when your busy with a good time
But I'm just doin' hard time
In a prison called the daily grind
Junction, cross that mess of traffic
That metropolitan magic
That we like to call advancement
Classroom, got my pen and pad ready
Gotta keep my head steady
Through the rest of a long day
Lunch break, another cup of coffee
Gotta get the ghosts off me
My past haunts me everyday
#CHORUS
It’s just another day in Brooklyn, ooh ooh ooh
Just another afternoon in Anywhere, USA
Just another day of headaches, another day of traffic
Another day of boredom and of dealing with our feelings
Just another calendar day of appointments
In Brooklyn, oh wo oh oh wo oh
#VERSE
Head home to where I conduct business
Hours to go before rest
Before I put my head down
Bus stop, ten blocks to my house
And it's feeling pretty cold out
But I walk the walk everyday
Unlock my door when I get there
What the hell do I care
If there's messages on my machine
But I shouldn't be complaining
I'm getting educated
And at least I'm keeping busy
Yeah-ee-yeah yeah yeah ee yeah yeah
#CHORUS
It’s just another day in Brooklyn, ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Just another evening in Anywhere, USA
#OUTRO
Just another day of traffic, another day of headaches
Another day of people, another day of disappointments
Another day of dollars, another day of buses
Another day of streets, and another day of fusses
Over petty little things from petty little people
Over made-up little problems far detached from the real world
Another day of worries, another day of illusions
Another day of surety, another day of confusion
Another day of nausea, and of hidden agendas
Another day of hope and
Tragic endings
In Brooklyn
Yeah-eh, in Brooklyn
Tragic endings
In Brooklyn
Ooh in Brooklyn