A late-ride Amapiano rush built around clipped male verses, a bright hook, and last-taxi momentum.
[Intro]
Sharp sharp
Last taxi
Door is open
Siyahamba
[Verse 1]
Quarter past one and the shutters come down
Security waves while we spill from the crowd
Your left shoe’s dusty, my collar sits wrong
Your aunt sent “where?” with three dots too long
At the corner rank there’s one row left
Driver counts heads with one hand on the rail
I’ve got exact change folded in my hand
You’ve got that look that says, “Please understand”
[Pre-Hook]
If you’re going east, then move this way
No ten-minute speech, there’s no time to waste
Ngiyakubona, you’re deciding fast
One foot in the door before the moment has passed
[Hook]
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Slide inside and sit beside me
Siyahamba, no more maybe
Corner light is flashing amber
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Back-row voices running lively
If you’re riding, ride beside me
Siyahamba, sharp sharp
[Post-Hook]
One more? Hayi, we’re full
Door shut, city rolls
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Siyahamba, let’s go
[Verse 2]
First red light and the whole row leans
Someone guards a takeaway on their knees
The driver asks which turn we know
Three hands point left, two voices say no
You send your pin, then your shoulders drop
Say, “Wake me up by the pharmacy stop”
I say, “I’ve got you, keep your phone down low”
Outside, wet tar wears a copper glow
[Pre-Hook]
If you’re going east, then stay this way
Your aunt can see that the pin’s okay
Ngiyakubona, now you’re laughing fast
One good story makes a short road last
[Hook]
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Slide inside and sit beside me
Siyahamba, no more maybe
Corner light is flashing amber
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Back-row voices running lively
If you’re riding, ride beside me
Siyahamba, sharp sharp
[Vocal Break]
Who gets off by the clinic? Mina
Who knows the shortcut? Thina
Who has change for a hundred? Nobody
Then pass it front, pass it back, count properly
Sharp sharp
Keep it moving
Sharp sharp
Siyahamba
[Bridge]
No velvet rope, no reserved name
Just twelve tired people in the same small frame
Different doors, but the road runs one
We trade two jokes before the night is done
When your stop comes, I’ll tap the rail
You say, “Good looking out,” through the open door
[Final Hook]
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Slide inside and sit beside me
Siyahamba, no more maybe
Corner light is flashing amber
Sharp sharp, last taxi
Back-row voices running lively
If you’re riding, ride beside me
Siyahamba, sharp sharp
[Outro]
Sharp sharp
Last taxi
Safe at home
Siyahamba
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