Sangria 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