June — текст песни (Copywrite78)

RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin away, and depress all within listening range
Nah but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I`m trying to get in line
And doing hip hop in this life in time ain`t all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life`s a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck ups and punches
It`s like I can`t get shit right the first time or something
When no one knows your name, your vinyl`s still in stores
Once you get a little light through arguing over who feels it more
We got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you from their personal private artists
We don`t do shit for the clubs
It`s for our forty fives,
go RJ the archaeologist diggin them up
And I`m the same cent,
To vinyl that gets sent to bash
In this for life til my final mic check is cashed