Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sangria, artist - Remi. Date of issue: 24.07.2014
Song language: English
Sangria |
| Days that are hotter than my raps |
| Days that you get high and take naps |
| Chill out with some babes or go drinking with the lads |
| Uh, bring it back |
| Days that are hotter than my raps |
| Days that you get high and take naps |
| Chill out with some babes or go drinking with the lads |
| Uh, bring it back |
| Yo, yo It’s got you singing like |
| It’s got you feeling right |
| Oh, it’s got you feeling right |
| Come on, yeah, yeah |
| I just woke up, I’m dazed and my afro’s matted |
| Reach under my mattress to grab my stash and |
| Lay back, start rolling a fattie |
| It’s my day off, show me another way of relaxing and I’ll do it But for now I’m cooling it Jump under the shower head and I’m shampooing |
| Once I dry down then I’m throwing on my Nudies |
| Smoother than motherfuckers that speak French |
| Fluent’s how I do it |
| Now I’m walking to the station, my pace is constant |
| Go to the Liquorland, get me a long neck |
| My train’s at ten to four o’clock and I hop in Like fuck a Myki, I don’t clock in |
| I’m with my homies chilling in Brunswick |
| Sipping sangria out of mugs and they’re all high A. F With drugs left over, so I guess we’re doing this till sunset |
| It’s feeling right |
| It’s got me singing like |
| It’s got me feeling right |
| Oh, it’s got me feeling right |
| Come on, yeah, yeah |
| It’s got you singing like |
| It’s got you feeling right |
| Oh, it’s got you feeling right |
| Come on, yeah, yeah |
| Now I’m chilling, man, cooler than Streets Blue Ribbon, and |
| Listening to homies talk shit about different women |
| And how they been getting them |
| And what we would do if we won a couple of million |
| My phone starts flashing like drunk chicks |
| I sit up like crunches and pick it up It’s my homie J Smith, just saying, «What's up?» |
| He’s DJing at the club and he says I should come |
| And if I decline, I’m a chump |
| Because it’s filled with darlings, equipped with fat racks and arses |
| And they’re serving Fat Yaks and lagers |
| On tap, free of charge, so you know it’s a party |
| I hit the bar, and it was everything he said it was |
| Then I met a girl who asked me if I’m down for getting buzzed |
| I said, «I'm already there, love, this day has been the best» |
| She said, «I'll make it better» |
| «For real?» |
| «Yes, sir» |
| It’s got me singing like |
| It’s got me feeling right |
| Oh, it’s got me feeling right |
| Come on, yeah, yeah |
| It’s got me singing like |
| It’s got me feeling right |
| Oh, it’s got me feeling right |
| Come on, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, and we don’t stop |
| And to my man J. Smith, we don’t stop |
| And to my man Dan Dutch, we won’t stop |
| Yeah, we do it for the fans, we won’t stop bringing it back |
| N’fa Jones, we don’t stop |
| And to my homie Kazo, we don’t stop |
| And to, uh, Runforyourlife, we don’t stop |
| You’re talking shit, we’ll tighten your lips like Botox |
| Bringing it back |
| Mike K, we don’t stop |
| And to the homie Silent J, we don’t stop |
| And to Hiatus Kaiyote, we don’t stop |
| And to my homie Codfish, we won’t stop bringing it back |
| Grey Ghost, we don’t stop |
| And to the homie Man Child, we don’t stop |
| And to the homie Ray Price, we won’t stop |
| And to Michelle Grace Hunder, we don’t stop bringing it back |