A Day in the Ends

[Verse] Morning mist lifts, sun breaks the grey, Kettle's on, toast in, startin' the day. Pippin' through the telly, nothin' dismay, Footie highlights, goals on replay. [Verse 2] Phone buzzes, mandem call - "What's good?" Link at the park, usual spot in the hood. Nikes on feet, feelin' fly - understood, Skateboard in hand, life feelin' good. [Chorus] Life pulse like a beat, rhythm in the street, Sun in the sky, warmth in the greet. Laughter and banter, echoes concrete, Good day's energy, that's hard to beat. [Verse 3] Bus to the market, vibe electric, Streets alive, mood so eclectic. Grabbing chow, tastes so eclectic, Chicken and chips, scene so poetic. [Bridge] Weather turnin' gold, daylight savin', Paint sky crimson, daysworth engravin'. Hustle and bustle, no one's misbehavin', End of day glory, forever cravin'. [Verse 4] Stroll down the high road, life unwind, Tunes from the pub, beers and unwind. Street performer’s tunein', rhythms combined, Every note hits, perfectly timed.