[Verse] Morning light, I step outside, City hums and the streets collide, Basket ready, heart in tune, Groove of life, and it’s afternoon. [Pre-Chorus] Colors flash, the vendors call, Spices dance, I want it all, From sweet mango to fresh green leaves, Every scent’s a memory I weave. [Chorus] On this weekend market mission, Finding things that feel like home, Picking gifts and fresh commissions, Every corner, every stone. On this weekend market mission, Groovin’ slow, but steady strong, In the rhythm of my vision, Where my heartbeats all belong. [Verse] Rustling bags and laughter’s sound, Hidden treasures to be found, Wrapped up tight in smiles and cheer, Last-minute love is always near. [Pre-Chorus] Faces warm, they know my name, Trading stories, seasons change, Underneath the open sky, Every moment’s flying by. [Chorus] On this weekend market mission, Finding things that feel like home, Picking gifts and fresh commissions, Every corner, every stone. On this weekend market mission, Groovin’ slow, but steady strong, In the rhythm of my vision, Where my heartbeats all belong. [Bridge] Lay it down, the rhythm’s deep, Secrets in the spices keep, Heartbeat sync with the market’s song, Here’s where all the souls belong. [Chorus] On this weekend market mission, Finding things that feel like home, Picking gifts and fresh commissions, Every corner, every stone. On this weekend market mission, Groovin’ slow, but steady strong, In the rhythm of my vision, Where my heartbeats all belong. [Outro] Baskets full, the day complete, Wrapped in warmth, the city’s beat, Weekend magic, sweet decision, On this endless market mission.