Sangria by REMI Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ooh-ooh) Days that are hotter than my raps
(Ooh-ooh) Days that you get high and take naps
(Ooh-ooh) Chill out with some babes or go drinkin' with the lads
(Ooh-ooh) Uh, bring it back
(Ooh-ooh) Days that are hotter than my raps
(Ooh-ooh) Days that you get high and take naps
(Ooh-ooh) Chill out with some babes or go drinkin' with the lads
(Ooh-ooh) Uh, bring it back, yo, yo
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just woke up, I’m dazed and my afro’s matted
Reach under my mattress to grab my stash and (What?)
Lay back, start rollin' a fattie
It’s my day off, show me another way of relaxin' and I’ll do it
But for now I’m coolin'
Jump under the shower head and I’m shampooin'
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 (Bad-ass)
I’m with my homies chilling in Brunswick (Smashed as)
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 feelin' nice
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Now I'm chillin', man
Cooler than Streets Blue Ribbon, and
Listening to homies talk shit about different women, and
How they been gettin' them
And what we would do if we won a couple of million
My phone starts flashin' 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 DJin' at the club and he says I should come
And if I decline, I’m a chump
Because it’s filled with darlings (What they workin' with?)
Equipped with fat racks and arses (And what you drinkin', man?)
And they’re servin' 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 gettin' 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"
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it's got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it's got you feelin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
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 bringin' 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 bringin' it back
Grey Ghost, we don’t stop
And to the homie Manchild, we don’t stop
And to the homie Ray Price, we won’t stop
And to Michelle Grace Hunder, we don’t stop bringin' it back
(Ooh-ooh) Days that are hotter than my raps
(Ooh-ooh) Days that you get high and take naps
(Ooh-ooh) Chill out with some babes or go drinkin' with the lads
(Ooh-ooh) Uh, bring it back
(Ooh-ooh) Days that are hotter than my raps
(Ooh-ooh) Days that you get high and take naps
(Ooh-ooh) Chill out with some babes or go drinkin' with the lads
(Ooh-ooh) Uh, bring it back, yo, yo
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just woke up, I’m dazed and my afro’s matted
Reach under my mattress to grab my stash and (What?)
Lay back, start rollin' a fattie
It’s my day off, show me another way of relaxin' and I’ll do it
But for now I’m coolin'
Jump under the shower head and I’m shampooin'
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 (Bad-ass)
I’m with my homies chilling in Brunswick (Smashed as)
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 feelin' nice
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) It's got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Now I'm chillin', man
Cooler than Streets Blue Ribbon, and
Listening to homies talk shit about different women, and
How they been gettin' them
And what we would do if we won a couple of million
My phone starts flashin' 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 DJin' at the club and he says I should come
And if I decline, I’m a chump
Because it’s filled with darlings (What they workin' with?)
Equipped with fat racks and arses (And what you drinkin', man?)
And they’re servin' 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 gettin' 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"
[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it's got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got me feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
(Ooh-ooh) It's got me singin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it's got you feelin' like
(Ooh-ooh) Oh, it’s got you feelin' right
(Ooh-ooh) Come on, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
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 bringin' 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 bringin' it back
Grey Ghost, we don’t stop
And to the homie Manchild, we don’t stop
And to the homie Ray Price, we won’t stop
And to Michelle Grace Hunder, we don’t stop bringin' it back