[INTRO — instrumental, watery synth pads, rumbling 808] [VERSE 1 — melodic half-sung sliding into clipped flow] Every Saturday the family fills my cousin's yard (uh) Coolers full of ice like we cooling off the stars Uncle Ray with the red cup, been holding it since noon Says a toast for every blessing, then he toasts the moon Toasts the food, toasts the grill, toasts the game on the radio Toasts his ex-wife twice, one for love and one to let her go Grandma watching from the window with her church fan Counting every empty bottle like she counting out the man And I love him — man, I do, that's the problem in the ice How you tell your favorite uncle that his joy is half a vice When the same cup in his hand was in his daddy's hand before And the joke is always one more till the one becomes a pour [VERSE 2 — faster, clipped] I remember being ten, sneaking sips behind the shed Thinking grown folks had the answers in the bottom of the red Cup — now I'm twenty-eight and watching history repeat Same laugh a little louder, same defeat a little sweet He taught me how to ride a bike, he taught me how to stand Taught me everything but where to put the cup down, man So at nine o'clock I take his keys like he took my training wheels Trade him for the couch and tell him rest, I'll handle all the meals He mumbles something 'bout his daddy, then he's gone, mouth open wide And I cover him with Grandma's quilt and pour the rest outside [HOOK — hypnotic chant, half-sung] Pour up, pour up, it's a celebration (pour up) Pour up, pour up, for the situation He say boy I'm just enjoying, I say I know But the river don't announce it when it starts to overflow Pour up, pour up (pour up) [VERSE 3 — half-sung, slower, heavy] Next Saturday the yard fills up the same Ray got a soda, jokes it tastes like shame Everybody cheers — and I cheer the loudest 'Cause the hardest toast to raise is the one that stays grounded [HOOK — hypnotic chant, full] Pour up, pour up, it's a celebration (pour up) Pour up, pour up, for the situation He say boy I'm just enjoying, I say I know But the river don't announce it when it starts to overflow Pour up, pour up (pour up) [OUTRO — pads fade, voice distant] For the ones we love (pour up) Even when the cup runs over (pour up... pour up...)
