Lyrics Sangria - Remi, Sensible J

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