[Intro]
-Hey listen, I have a record I want you to play!
What's this?
15 dollars?
It's a burned CD man
It's not even your beats, dude
Raps ain't even on point
-Listen, listen, listen...
Nah man, no
No, I'm not gonna listen
[Verse 1: DrewID]
Yo, it seems that everyone's got a CD or a mixtape (c'mon man)
What happened to the fancy stands that empty and misplaced? (yo)
The people aren't buyin', labels aren't sellin'
The only person makin' deals these day is the devil (watch out!)
You need less space and a litte more trеble
You say you're gonna blow, but what makes you so spеcial?
The half of you acts like "I can't get past the surface"
Master your crap before you put it out for purchase
It's worthless
If you don't invest in yourself and worth more
If you fund your own tour, go for Delft
Just because you got a little mic in a booth doesn't make you the next Jay
Sure not the Truth
You can have a billion hits on your YouTube account
Doesn't prove who's who
You sound like that one dude that's fightin' mad styles
You need to get your own
Go back to being a fan, put down the microphone
[Chorus]
I don't want you
Or need you anymore
Fucking hate you all
Lying here on the floor
Such a sad day
Please leave me alone
Turn off the radio
And listen to my soul
[Verse 2: DrewID]
Yo, you can cop one of my albums, but not for free
It's because of you, silence is golden and talk is cheap
The market's gettin' flooded
Must be a hole in the dam
Everybody can spit and flow, there's no more fans (man...)
You "Too cool for school" kids need to grow up
Tryin' too hard and actin' all tough, but
Couldn't fight a stain if it landed on your cuff
Y'all should know I'm from the P. Brown, all my homies buff
On that medicinal musical minds
Cats like me up on the mic are hard to find
Intertwined rhymes define your favorite songs (right)
Blazin' out of bongs, got me lazy on the job (oh shit)
So I quit and started rapping and today I'm on the blogs
My raps are a slammer, I treat beats like parts
Flipped upside down until you don't know which way is up
I may say whatever, but the truth is I never gave a fuck
[Chorus]
I don't want you
Or need you anymore
Fucking hate you all
Lying here on the floor
Such a sad day
Please leave me alone
Turn off the radio
And listen to my soul
[Bridge: DrewID]
Yeah man, I hope I got the point across
You know, but in case I didn't
I got my man Syntax Vernac with me
He can probably explain it better than I can
What up, Vern? Tell 'em wassup man, c'mon
[Verse 3: Syntax Vernac]
Man, I don't mean to complain cuz' it's so ugly
But everybody's out selling fake to the public (man...)
Point blank, that ain't right (nah)
They'll make up anything they want for a bite of the spotlight
Truth is gettin' misplaced over that one beat
All these people wanna blow, never heard of a one-sheet (ha-ha)
Think being good is enough to sell?
You'll eventually be begging me for help (c'mon)
Don't be so naive, this here is business
We still burn it up and set the mood like incense
Fam getting down, but nothin' close to incest
We've been best, yes, we ignore the gossips (yeah)
Talk shit, it only adds air to the bumpers
Got a label, huh? What's the tax ID number?
Y'all a bunch of no-good, lyin' ass bitches
Lost your damn mind if want me to listen
[Chorus]
I don't want you
Or need you anymore (don't need you)
Fucking hate you all (hate you all)
Lying here on the floor (lying here)
Such a sad day (such a sad day)
Please leave me alone (leave me alone!)
Turn off the radio (turn it off)
And listen to my soul (just listen)
[Outro]
Yeah, the turn the radio off
OC, turn the radio off
LA, turn the radio off
NY, turn the radio off
Canada, turn the radio off
Japan, turn the radio off
UK, turn the radio off
Australia, ah, turn the radio off
CA, turn the radio off, ah, yeah
