Remi - 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 s**! [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 sh** 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 f**ed the [?] Talking ‘bout swag, know that that's not sh** 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 f** Can't be cool if you copying what's already, huh? Plus you f**ers are making me [?] to God The way you f**ers try too hard My Loooord [Hook: Remi] Ahhhh, f** 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 sh**? When you first start making sh** Nobody cares but then it works and And everybody's got to add their two cents Muthaf**as 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 sh** 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 sh** So you're not in your right mind if you think that this is Church where you can preach or contribute to sh** I don't know you, how the f** 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 sh**? So next time you see me out at a function Keep your advice and you keep your a**umptions Cos we keeping it hard as chilli enchiladas and We don't leave the studio until sh**'s bumping s**er [Hook x2] [Outro: Remi] Bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing Keep bouncing