Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.O.H. (for opinionated humans), artist - Remi.
Date of issue: 24.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.O.H. (for opinionated humans) |
Yeah, yeah |
Sensible J. times Dutch |
Here come the drums |
This right here is dedicated to any phoney homies who judge |
But can’t look in the mirror, you suck |
Uh-huh, look |
I do not care about how I look in your Le Specs |
Your vision of my street wear’s of no interest to me |
I’m being myself, hence I’m being the best |
I’m dope like shit you slip until you need antihistamine |
And it’s been like that my entire lifespan |
Like my right hand, I do me infinitely |
When you got a light tan amongst white man |
You’re gonna stand out, I don’t say that for sympathy |
It’s fucked though, innit? |
Talking ‘bout swag |
Know that that’s not shit to him |
Doc Martins and raw denim on my ligaments |
If you’re not feeling it and want to take shots at the boy |
Like George Zimmerman, eat a dick, huh |
Nah, you’ll never see me faking a fuck |
Can’t be cool if you copying what’s already hot |
Plus you fuckers are making me sign to God |
The way you fuckers try too hard, my Lord |
Ah, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what |
My team’s gonna continue to do what we do |
We don’t care what you think, nah |
Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do |
Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art |
That’s why you come last and we do what we do |
We stay true to us, we keep on improving us |
Ooh, we just do what we do |
You know my favourite shit? |
When you first start making shit and |
Nobody cares but then it works and |
And everybody’s got to add their two cents |
Motherfuckers are shameless, huh? |
They come at you, trying to drain you |
Like girls when they take my cum |
Then break you like interrogations done |
By government agents at Guantanamo Bay, uh |
All so they get a momentary power trip |
A break from lives they can’t be proud to live |
But if you talk shit to me, just know that |
You dealing with an Iron Man like Rob Downey, bish |
Wanna tell me 'bout rap, then I tell you like this |
You didn’t write, buy, sign, or distribute this shit |
So you’re not in your right mind if you think that this is |
Church where you can preach or contribute to shit |
I don’t know you, how the fuck can I owe you? |
Answer me that, go ahead, I’m listening |
Even my closest don’t go in on my vocals |
So how come you can? |
And why do you think I give a shit? |
So next time you see me out at a function |
Keep your advice and you keep your assumptions |
'Cause we’re keeping it hard as chilli enchiladas and |
We don’t leave the studio until shit’s bumping, sucker |
Ah, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what |
My team’s gonna continue to do what we do |
We don’t care what you think, nah |
Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do |
Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art |
That’s why you come last and we do what we do |
We stay true to us, we keep on improving us |
Ooh, we just do what we do |
I said, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what |
My team’s gonna continue to do what we do |
We don’t care what you think, nah |
Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do |
Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art |
That’s why you come last and we do what we do |
We stay true to us, we keep on improving us |
Ooh, we just do what we do |
Bouncing |
Keep bouncing |
Keep bouncing |
Keep bouncing |
Keep bouncing |