One Good Cup

[Verse 1]
The last Calypso cup from the set Mama Dele sell.
You pour the palm wine, me I watch the level swell.
Past midnight on your Shomolu roof, the city hums a low tune,
We dey build this quiet with no hammer, underneath the moon.

[Chorus]
(Female vocalist enters)
Omo, this one good cup, e be the first real key,
To the small-small door between just you and me.
This one good cup, no need for anything more,
Than what we have now, standing on this terrazzo floor.

[Verse 2]
"Watch am," you talk, "the handle get one crack."
No gold champagne, no pressure, no looking back.
All the big men dey draw plan for skyscraper, for Banana Island view,
But we measure our foundation with this red plastic, me and you.

[Bridge]
(Hammond organ swell, gospel choir harmonies enter)
For all the children wey their papa lock the gate,
We find new family and redesign the slate.
For every blueprint torn, for every single call they miss,
We go start our own empire with a moment just like this.

[Outro]
(Female vocalist, whispered)
Just this one cup...
(Acoustic guitar fades)
E reach for two.