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RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts |
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Driftin away, and depress all within listening range |
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Nah but for real I got so much shit on my mind |
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From fake mother****ers to my future I'm trying to get in line |
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And doing hip hop in this life in time ain't all nice and fine |
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At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme |
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Full of punchlines and jokes |
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**** ups and punches |
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It's like I can't get shit right the first time or something |
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When no one knows your name, your vinyl's still in stores |
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Once you get a little light through arguing over who feels it more |
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We got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbage |
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Wanting to keep you from their personal private artists |
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We don't do shit for the clubs |
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It's for our forty fives, |
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Go RJ the archaeologist diggin them up |
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And I'm the same cent, |
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To vinyl that gets sent to bash |
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In this for life til my final mic check is cashed |
