Bottle Down

Put the bottle down, down, down
Let the bass pick you up
Put the bottle down, down, down
We are more than the cup

Payday came and the money ran fast
Friends outside saying pain don't last
The speaker in the corner got a crack of gold
Whole yard bouncing like it can't grow old
Plastic chairs stacking as the circle grows
The floor calling everybody that the DJ knows

One step left, one step right
We don't hide from life tonight
Hands up high, feet on ground
When the drum talks, shame falls down

Put the bottle down, down, down
Let the bass pick you up
Put the bottle down, down, down
We are more than the cup

If the rent is late, if the heart is loud
Come outside, join the crowd

Brother on the corner with a laugh too wide
Sister said, I know what you keep inside
Auntie by the braai stand clapping on the two
Smoke and cinnamon the whole street through
No big speech, just a shoulder near
And the whole block moved till the sky turned clear

I was using noise to cover pain
Now my people call me by my name

Put the bottle down, down, down, down, down, down
Let the bass pick you up
Put the bottle down, down, down, down
Look who's dancing, fill the cup

Put it down, pick him up, haibo!
Put it down, pick him up, haibo!
Put it down, pick him up, haibo!