[Verse 1 - Male] Coffee stains on morning light, Steam is rising, start the fight. Count the kicks, I hear the clap, Rhythms building, no time to nap. [Verse 1 - Female] Eyes half-closed but beating strong, Every brew’s a perfect song. Heartbeat matching with the sound, In this rush, I’m always found. [Pre-Chorus - Both] Hands move fast, but spirits higher, Fuel the night, ignite the fire. Step by step, the rhythm’s clear, Every beat draws us near. [Chorus - Both] Count the kicks, and count the claps, Ride the wave, no time to crash. Morning rush, the music’s loud, We’re the beat inside the crowd. Count the kicks, and count the claps, Feel the pulse, it’s time to last. Barista’s groove, alive and free, Dancing through the morning spree. [Verse 2 - Male] Espresso shots and steady hands, Mix the tempo, meet demands. Bass drops low, then rising high, Morning rush beneath the sky. [Verse 2 - Female] Every order's like a beat, Timed to move, can’t miss a seat. Counting pulses, counting time, In this dance, we intertwine. [Pre-Chorus - Both] Hands move fast, but spirits higher, Fuel the night, ignite the fire. Step by step, the rhythm’s clear, Every beat draws us near. [Chorus - Both] Count the kicks, and count the claps, Ride the wave, no time to crash. Morning rush, the music’s loud, We’re the beat inside the crowd. Count the kicks, and count the claps, Feel the pulse, it’s time to last. Barista’s groove, alive and free, Dancing through the morning spree. [Bridge - Female] Late-night whispers in the sound, We keep moving, never down. Rhythm’s magic, pulse so sweet, Find the groove in every beat. [Bridge - Male] Hands and hearts collide in time, Morning rush, our reason, rhyme. Together strong, we breath, we shine, Counting kicks, the world’s design. [Chorus - Both] Count the kicks, and count the claps, Ride the wave, no time to crash. Morning rush, the music’s loud, We’re the beat inside the crowd. Count the kicks, and count the claps, Feel the pulse, it’s time to last. Barista’s groove, alive and free, Dancing through the morning spree. [Outro - Both, fading] Count the kicks, count the claps, Keep the rhythm, never lapse. Morning rush, our heartbeat’s spree, Barista dance, eternally…