[Intro: Phonetic]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

All I need is captive audience, stage
Microphone, of course
And this beautiful thing we call hip hop
Put your hands up

[Hook: Phonetic]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, come on
Bounce, bounce, put your hands up
And bounce, bounce, put your hands up
And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

[Verse 1: Phonetic]
Phonetic is an alias I use on stage
When I'ma trace my thoughts and you embrace them
The music I make in this beautiful tonight
Cuz when people come and find us, they tend to think just like us
Ready to light up, we all got a light bus
Tonight we're giving up on how difficult our life was
Put it in the past, put it in the glass
Nah, put it in your system, who said you couldn't dance?
Cuz seeing people in front of the stage makes
Me believe that we come from the same place
Positive energy through a popular entity
They call it hip hop but it's not that simple, please
We got a lot to lose and less to gain
Gotta let it loose cuz stress is pain
The bottle of that booze lets us entertain
Put your palms to the roof if you feel the same, and
[Hook: Phonetic]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, come on, bounce

[Verse 2: Eyedea]
Mainline the wire, choose my pain to inspire
The brain to light a flame and set my cold heart back on fire
I indulge my vice like it's my only option
Pair of eyes cutting holes in my skin, that's how I know you're watching
In paradise, I drink my water like shots
And my whiskey like wine and I'll probably never stop
The exhilarating rush is debilitating
Doesn't matter if it's love or lust, no matter what, I'm still escaping
Break me open, maybe you'll find something there
Between the clown shoes and makeup, there's someone who still cares
I don't mind if your hands are in the air
Folded in prayer or wrapped around my neck, I'm just glad you're here
It makes me feel a little less alone
Helps me through the mess, lets me confess where I was wrong
Tell it to the guitar, tell it to the song
I tell it, belt it, felt it, went to Hell with it, now it's gone

[Hook: Phonetic]
Bounce, bounce, put your hands up
And bounce, bounce, put your hands up
And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, come on, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, let em bounce
Put your hands up and bounce, bounce