Remi Kolawole - Sangria [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro] x2
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

[Hook 1]
It's got you singing like
It's got you feeling right
Oh, it’s got you feeling right
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 2]
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


[Outro]
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, 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? Yes sir

[Hook 2]

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 ah 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