Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Heights , by - Lin-Manuel Miranda. Song from the album In The Heights, in the genre СаундтрекиRelease date: 02.06.2008
Record label: Sh-K-Boom
Song language: English
In the Heights |
| Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day |
| I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away |
| Pop the grate at the crack of dawn |
| Sing while I wipe down the awning |
| Hey y’all, good morning |
| Ice cold piragua! |
| Parcha. |
| China. |
| Cherry. |
| Strawberry. |
| And just for today, |
| I got mamey! |
| Oye, piragüero, como estas? |
| Como siempre, Señor Usnavi. |
| I am Usnavi and you prob’ly never heard my name |
| Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated |
| Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax |
| Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated |
| From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean: |
| Dominican Republic! |
| I love it! |
| Jesus, I’m jealous of it, and beyond that |
| Ever since my folks passed on, I haven’t gone back |
| Goddamn, I gotta get on that… |
| Fo! |
| The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second |
| Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid? |
| I better step it up and fight the heat |
| 'Cause I’m not makin' any profit if the coffee isn’t light and sweet! |
| Ooo-oo! |
| Abuela, my fridge broke. |
| I got café but no «con leche.» |
| Try my mother’s old recipe: one can of condensed milk |
| Nice. |
| Ayy! |
| Paciencia y fe… |
| That was Abuela, she’s not really my «abuela,» |
| But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela |
| Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin: «I'm up shit’s creek! |
| I’ve never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!» |
| Well, you must take the A Train |
| Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain |
| Get off at 181st, and take the escalator |
| I hope you’re writing this down, I’m gonna test ya later |
| I’m getting tested; |
| times are tough on this bodega |
| Two months ago somebody bought Ortega’s |
| Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up |
| And ever since the rents went up |
| It’s gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough |
| In the heights |
| I flip the lights and start my day |
| There are fights |
| And endless debts |
| And bills to pay |
| In the Heights |
| I can’t survive without café |
| I serve café |
| 'Cause tonight seems like a million years away! |
| En Washington— |
| Next up to bat, the Rosarios |
| They run the cab company, they struggle in the barrio |
| See, their daughter Nina’s off at college, tuition is mad steep |
| So they can’t sleep; |
| everything they get is mad cheap! |
| Good morning, Usnavi! |
| Pan caliente, café con leche! |
| Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery |
| One ticket, that’s it! |
| Hey! |
| A man’s gotta dream… |
| Don’t mind him, he’s all excited |
| ‘Cause Nina flew in at 3 A.M. |
| last night! |
| Don’t look at me, this one’s been cooking all week! |
| Usnavi, come over for dinner |
| There’s plenty to eat! |
| So then Yesenia walks in the room— |
| Aha… |
| She smells sex and cheap perfume! |
| Uh oh… |
| It smells like one of those trees |
| That you hang from the rear view! |
| Ah, no! |
| It’s true! |
| She screams, «Who's in there with you, Julio?» |
| Grabs a bat and kicks in the door |
| He’s in bed with José from the liquor store! |
| No me diga! |
| Daniela and Carla, from the salon. |
| Thanks, Usnavi! |
| Sonny, you’re late. |
| Chillax, you know you love me. |
| Me and my cousin run it |
| Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop |
| And, oh my god, it’s gotten too darn hot |
| Like my man Cole Porter said |
| People come through for a few cold waters and |
| A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine |
| Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream |
| They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk |
| The first stop as people hop to work |
| Bust it— I’m like: |
| «One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine. |
| I got it. |
| You want a box of condoms? |
| What kind? |
| That’s two quarters. Two quarter waters |
| The New York Times. |
| You need a bag for that? |
| The tax is added.» |
| Once you get some practice at it |
| You do rapid mathematics automatically |
| Sellin' maxi-pads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically |
| Everybody’s stressed, yes! |
| But they press through the mess |
| Bounce checks and wonder what’s next |
| In the heights |
| I buy my coffee and I go |
| Set my sights |
| On only what I need to know |
| In the heights |
| Money is tight |
| But even so |
| In the heights |
| I buy my coffee and— |
| Set my sights |
| What I need to know |
| In the heights |
| Money is tight |
| Even so |
| When the lights go down I blast my radio! |
| You ain’t got no skills! |
| Benny! |
| Yo, lemme get a— |
| Milky Way |
| Yeah, lemme also get a— |
| Daily News— |
| And a— |
| Post— |
| And most important, my— |
| Boss' second coffee, one cream— |
| Five sugars |
| I’m the number one earner— |
| What?! |
| The fastest learner— |
| What?! |
| My boss can’t keep me on the damn back burner! |
| Yes, he can |
| I’m makin' moves, I’m makin' deals, but guess what? |
| What? |
| You still ain’t got no skills! |
| Hardee-har |
| Yo, Vanessa show up yet? |
| Shut up! |
| Hey little homie, don’t get so upset |
| Man… |
| Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal |
| On the real, or you ain’t got no skills |
| Nooo! |
| No no nooo! |
| No no nooo, no-no-no! |
| Nooo, no-no-no! |
| No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no! |
| Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit |
| It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet |
| It’s not reflected in my bank statement |
| But I’ve been savin' to make a down payment and pay rent |
| No, no, I won’t let you down— |
| Yo, here’s your chance; |
| ask her out right now! |
| I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease! |
| Do somethin', make your move, don’t freeze! |
| Hey! |
| You owe me a bottle of cold champagne! |
| Are you moving? |
| Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train! |
| Well, your coffee’s on the house |
| Okay! |
| Usnavi, ask her out |
| No way! |
| I’ll see you later, so… |
| Oooh… Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! |
| Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside! |
| You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! |
| The whole hood is struggling, times are tight |
| And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight! |
| Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chokin' on the heat |
| The world spins around while I’m frozen to my seat |
| The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street |
| But every day is different so I’m switchin' up the beat |
| 'Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more |
| And sure, we’re poor, but yo, at least we got the store |
| And it’s all about the legacy they left with me, it’s destiny |
| And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to me |
| In the Heights, I hang my flag up on display |
| We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common |
| It reminds me that I came from miles away |
| D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin' |
| In the Heights |
| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| In the Heights |
| I’ve got today! |
| Every day, paciencia y fe |
| Until the day we go from poverty to stock options |
| And today’s all we got, so we cannot stop |
| This is our block! |
| In the Heights |
| I hang my flag up on display |
| Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le! |
| It reminds me that I came from miles away |
| My family came from miles away— |
| In the Heights |
| It gets more expensive every day |
| Every day |
| And tonight is so far away— |
| But as for mañana, mi pana |
| Ya gotta just keep watchin' |
| You’ll see the |
| late nights |
| You’ll taste |
| beans and rice |
| The syrups and |
| shaved ice |
| I ain’t gonna |
| say it twice |
| So turn up the stage lights |
| We’re takin' a flight |
| To a couple of days |
| in the life of what it’s like |
| Late nights! |
| Beans and rice! |
| Shaved ice! |
| Say it twice! |
| In the Heights! |
| In the Heights! |
| In the Heights! |
| Ah |
| Ah |
| Ah |
| Ah! |
| En Washington Heights! |