Текст песни Copywrite78 - June
Copywrite78 - June слова песни
RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughtsDriftin away, and depress all within listening rangeNah but for real I got so much shit on my mindFrom fake motherfuckers to my future I`m trying to get in lineAnd doing hip hop in this life in time ain`t all nice and fineAt times I feel like my whole life`s a rhymeFull of punchlines and jokesFuck ups and punchesIt`s like I can`t get shit right the first time or somethingWhen no one knows your name, your vinyl`s still in storesOnce you get a little light through arguing over who feels it moreWe got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbageWanting to keep you from their personal private artistsWe don`t do shit for the clubsIt`s for our forty fives, go RJ the archaeologist diggin them upAnd I`m the same cent, To vinyl that gets sent to bashIn this for life til my final mic check is cashed