[Verse 1]
Every drop of Bonaqua hits different now
Mama made that bottle stretch for days somehow
Corner store receipt still haunts me
Three pounds fifty, felt like robbery
But that's survival in these concrete towers
Where even rain belongs to higher powers
[Chorus]
They bottled up our dreams and sold them back to us
Put a price tag on the things we need to trust
But baby, we still thirsty
And they know we ain't worthy
Of nothing but these Bonaqua blues
Yeah, these Bonaqua blues
[Verse 2]
Council flat wisdom taught me early on
Every empty bottle's one more day we strong
Mama's hands, worn from overtime shifts
While suits up top collect their Christmas gifts
Now I'm spitting verses 'bout the water game
But the struggle still feels exactly the same
[Bridge]
They think we stupid when we save that plastic
But they ain't lived through nothing this drastic
Every sip's a calculation
Every gulp's a hesitation
In this thirsty constellation
Of working class damnation
[Chorus]
They bottled up our dreams and sold them back to us
Put a price tag on the things we need to trust
But baby, we still thirsty
And they know we ain't worthy
Of nothing but these Bonaqua blues
Yeah, these Bonaqua blues
[Outro]
Still sipping slowly
Still living lowly
But they can't bottle my soul, no
They can't bottle my soul