Uh Uh I'm Gone - Remi, Sensible J

Bring it back

Bounce to my problems, uh

Bounce to my problems, uh

Bounce to my problems

Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Alright, J, let’s get this recording session started, man

I’m ready, woo!

Oh, hold on, two seconds, man, it’s my girl, two seconds

Ring ring, it’s my girlfriend in sync

Just touching base like Thundercat, she miss me

Kisses and hugs, she asks when I’m finishing up

In the studio, I tell her, «My love, I’ll be all night here

I’ll be spending all night here I’ve got some fly ideas

I wrote in the hotels I’ve been staying in

So you know, yeah, you know»

She says, «Cool», but her tone is icy cold

And that’s icy, so I go in politely like, «Baby, what’s wrong?

You know I want to spread you like dijon mustard

But not 'til I’m done with songwriting

I’m getting busy doing my thing

Even though you look so enticing

I’ve gotta rap for my finances»

She says, «That's bogus

You’re probably playing Assassin’s Creed with your bros or

In someone with your clothes off, and that shit don’t float

That broken rubber duckies you better get used to tugging

'Cause you won’t be getting lucky for a while, dear

Nuh-uh, nope, not for a while, dear

I’m sick of these all-nighters, hopin' I get to see my man»

Ho, ho, like Harley Davidson, I’m backfiring, saying

«Girl, it’s tiring having you on my case

Like Sherlock Holmes and Watson in their prime, ah!

This is my 9-to-5, how you think I’m wining and dining you?

And taking you to the drive-ins?

We’re doing this shit all the time and, and I don’t know why

So you should cut it out, girl, you need to cut it out»

She says, «I love you for the feelings you bring

Don’t give a fuck about material things

I don’t care about your wheels or movie reels you take me to see

I just want you next to me when I sleep

Hold me tight all night, yeah, hold me tight all night, yeah»

And now she’s crying on the other side of the line

You know I feel the pressure, turn on my man

Say, «Bounce down this session and we can finish next week»

He’s like, «SMH», I’m like, «SMD»

He’s like, «Come on, mate, stop whining»

And tells me that I’m whipped

And I can’t deny it, no, so I roll a cigarette

Then I go home to her, it’s like

«Damn!

You got it, you got it bad!»