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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Melissa Barrera
Vocals
Gregory Diaz IV
Vocals
Anthony Ramos
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Composer
Alex Lacamoire
Orchestrator
Bill Sherman
Orchestrator
Rob Mathes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer
Greg Wells
Mixing Engineer
Steven Gizicki
Music Supervisor
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Bill Sherman
Producer
Sergio George
Producer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Craig Rosen
Producer
Darren Higman
Producer
Kevin Weaver
Producer
Pete Ganbarg
Producer
Riggs Morales
Producer
Timothy Marchiafava
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
The elevated train by my window doesn't faze me any more
The rattling screams don't disrupt my dreams
It's a lullaby in its way
The elevated train drives everyone insane, but I don't mind, oh no
When I bring back boys, they can't tolerate the noise
And that's okay, 'cause I never let them stay
And one day, I'm hopping that elevated train and I'm riding away
It won't be long now
The boys around the way holler at me when I'm walking down the street
Their machismo pride doesn't break my stride
It's a compliment, so they say
The boys around the way holler at me every day, but I don't mind, oh no
If I'm in the mood, it will not be with some dude
Who is whistling 'cause he has nothing to say?
Or who's honking at me from his Chevrolet?
And one day, I'm hopping in a limousine and I'm driving away
It won't be long now
Oh snap, who's that?
Don't touch me, I'm too hot, yes
Qué pasó? Here I go
So dope, y tu lo sabes
No pare, sigue, sigue
Did you see me? Freaky freakit
What a way to begin the weekend
Sonny, anything you want it free, man
And my dearly beloved Dominican Republic
I haven't forgotten you
Gotta see this honey, make a little money
And one day, I'll hop Jet Blue
But until that fateful day, I'm grateful I got a destination
I'm running to make it home
And home's what Vanessa's running away from
I'm running to make it home
And home's what Vanessa's running away from
The neighborhood salon is the place I'm working for the moment
As I cut their hair, ladies talk and share
Every day, who's doing who and why
The neighborhood salon doesn't pay me
What I wanna be making, but I don't mind
As I sweep the curb
I can hear those turbo engines blazing a trail through the sky
I look up and think about the years gone by
And one day, I'm walking to JFK and I'm gonna fly
It won't be long now
Any day
Writer(s): Lin-manuel Miranda
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