Kea Motsepe - Sip Till the Log Drum Cries

Verse

Ice in the glass, low light on your skin

Shisha smoke curling where the bassline begins

You're three steps away by the speaker stack

Moving so slow, girl, you pulling me back

Gold cup catching every spin of the light

Your waist on the one, keeping perfect time

I don't need your name, just your hand in mine

Let the log drum talk while we lose the time

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it rising, rising

Underneath the low hum sighing

Hold my cup up, don't be shy now

Let the floor decide how

Chorus

Sip till the log drum cries

Sip till the log drum cries

Your eyes on mine, we don't need the lights

Sip till the log drum cries

Slow wine, deep bass, we riding that vibe

Sip till the log drum cries

Verse

Table for two turned a room full of we

Every hip that sways got a piece of the key

Ice melting slow like the hours tonight

Your shadow on mine under blue and white

Whisper it low so the crowd don't hear

Say we don't leave till the set disappears

Glass to your lips, then you pass it to me

Same cup, same rhythm, same heartbeat

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it rising, rising

Underneath the low hum sighing

Hold my cup up, don't be shy now

Let the floor decide how

Chorus

Sip till the log drum cries

Sip till the log drum cries

Your eyes on mine, we don't need the lights

Sip till the log drum cries

Slow wine, deep bass, we riding that vibe

Sip till the log drum cries

Bridge

Forget the clock, forget the door

This right here what we came here for

No rush, no rules, just skin and sound

Let the whole room feel what we found

Chorus

Sip till the log drum cries

Sip till the log drum cries

Your eyes on mine, we don't need the lights

Sip till the log drum cries

Slow wine, deep bass, we riding that vibe

Sip till the log drum cries