F.O.H. (For Opinionated Humans) Lyrics
[Intro: Remi]
Yeah yeah
Sensible J. Times Dutch
Here come the drums!
This right here is dedicated to any phoney homies who judge
But can’t look in the mirror, you suck!
[Verse 1: Remi]
I do not care about how I look in your le specs
Your vision of my street wear’s of no interest to me
I’m being myself, hence I’m being the best
I’m dope like shit you slip until you need antihistamine
And it’s been like that my entire lifespan
Like my right hand I do me infinitely
When you got a light tan amongst white man
You’re gonna stand out - I don’t say that for sympathy
It’s fucked the [?]
Talking ‘bout swag, know that that’s not shit to him
Doc Martins and raw denims on my ligaments
If you’re not feeling it
And want to take shots at the boy like George Zimmerman - eat a dick
Huh, nah you’ll never see me faking a fuck
Can’t be cool if you copying what’s already, huh?
Plus you fuckers are making me [?] to God
The way you fuckers try too hard
My Loooord
[Hook: Remi]
Ahhhh, fuck your opinion!
Cos no matter what my teams gonna contin-ya
To do what we do
We don’t care what you think, nah
Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just
Do what we do
Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art
That’s why you come last and we
Do what we do
We stay true to us
We keep on improving us, oooh we just
Do what we do
[Verse 2: Remi]
You know my favourite shit?
When you first start making shit
Nobody cares but then it works and
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And everybody’s got to add their two cents
Muthafuckas are shameless, huh?
They come at you tryna drain you like girls when they take my cum
Then break you like interrogations done by government agents
At Guantanamo Bay, uhhh
All so they get a momentary power trip
A break from lives they can’t be proud to live
But if you talk shit to me just know that
You dealing with an Ironman like Rob Downey, bish
Wanna tell me bout rap, then I tell you like this
You didn’t write, buy, sign, or distribute this shit
So you’re not in your right mind if you think that this is
Church where you can preach or contribute to shit
I don’t know you, how the fuck can I owe you
Answer me that, go ahead I’m listening
Even my closest don’t go in on my vocals
So how come you can? And why do you think I give a shit?
So next time you see me out at a function
Keep your advice and you keep your assumptions
Cos we keeping it hard as chilli enchiladas and
We don’t leave the studio until shit’s bumping
Sucker
[Hook x2]
[Outro: Remi]
Bouncing
Keep bouncing
Keep bouncing
Keep bouncing
Keep bouncing
