One shot order
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 14.2s
- length
- 2:51
- language
- En
lyrics
You saw me once at the till Then you said, “Two sugars still” Paper cup, lid on tight You knew my order by Friday night You stood by the grinder line Blue apron, name tag, fine One small note, no mistake That kind of memory makes me shake At 7:40, you lean in close Write my name where the steam still goes No extra words, just that soft grin And I’m back again, pulled right in One shot order One shot order One shot order One shot order Braamfontein rain on the taxi door Steam on the glass, I ask for more You reach for the cup with a quick small nod Like you’ve been saving my name for God Tin spoon taps on the saucer plate You know I come in a little late Same brown coat by the corner seat And you keep my line, neat and sweet At 7:40, you lean in close Write my name where the steam still goes No extra words, just that soft grin And I’m back again, pulled right in One shot order One shot order One shot order One shot order Pretoria Road, the morning press You don’t need much, you know the rest One look, one cup, one tiny sign Now I’m in your queue every time One shot order One shot order One shot order One shot order