Sangria - Remi, Sensible J

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