Текст песни RJD2 f Copywrite - June
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[Verse One][Copywrite]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 and timeAin`t all nice and fineAt times I feel like my whole life`s a rhymeFull of punchlines and jokesFuck-ups and punch-insIt`s like I just can`t get shit rightThe first time or somethin`When no one knows your nameAnd your vinyl`s still in storesOnce you get a little lifeThrough arguing over who feels it moreWe got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbageWanting to keep you for their personal private artistWe don`t do shit for the clubs -It`s for us 45`s go RJZ archaeologist diggin `em upAnd I`m the saint sent {Saint-Saens}To vinyl when it gets set to bashAnd it`s for life until my final mic check is cashed[Verse Two]YoI can`t fully become my mother`s guiding lightTill my dad returns to tell me what the other side is likeI keep the things you taught trapped in mindI know you cared even though you weren`t here half the timeBut who am I to blameI`d probably do the same in your shoesI never held that against youComplained or assumedYou never went through what I`m livingHell who am I kidding?Depression is practicallyA part of family traditionSo I keep the time we shared closeIt sucks to loseIt also sucks we had to share the month of juneI woulda shared eternal time before I leftEach year I celebrate my birthI`m reminded of your death