[Intro] 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 (repeat x 1) Yo, yo [Hook] It's got me feeling right Oh, it’s got you feeling right (repeat x 1) Come on, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I just woke up, I’m dazed and my afro’s matted Reach under the 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 10 to 4 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Now I'm chilling man, cooler than Streets Blue Ribbon and Listening to homies talk shit about different women and How they’ve 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 diamonds, I quit with [?] And they’re serving Fat Yaks and lagers on tap free of charge So you know it’s a party I hit the bar, 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’s been the best’ She said: ‘I’ll make it better’ For real? [Hook] 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 [?] we don’t stop And to a [?] your life 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

Remi Kolawole recently won the Triple J Unearthed Artist award for 2013. Watch out for Remi!

@JackieOnassis1@remikolawole@triplej and congrats on a huge year too, Jackie O <3

— triple j Unearthed (@triplejunearthd) November 22, 2013

Sangria Lyrics

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

<repeat>

Yo, yo

It’s got me feeling right

Oh, it’s got you feeling right

<repeat>

Come on, yeah, yeah

I just woke up, I’m dazed and my afro’s matted

Reach under the 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 10 to 4 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 feeling right

Oh, it’s got you feeling right

<repeat>

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’ve 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 diamonds, I quit with

And they’re serving Fat Yaks and lagers on tap free of charge

So you know it’s a party

I hit the bar, 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’s been the best’

She said: ‘I’ll make it better’

For real?

It’s got me feeling right

Oh, it’s got you feeling right

<repeat>

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 we don’t stop

And to a your life 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

You can check out Remi’s Facebook and Twitter accounts.

 

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