I'm gonna' pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I- I- I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up,
This is fucking awesome.
Now,
Walk into the club like ''What up, I got a big cock.'',
I'm so pumped I bought some shit from a thrift shop,
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty,
The people like ''Damn, that's a cold ass honky.''
Rollin' in hella' deep,
Headed to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green,
Draped in a leopard mink,
Girls standin' next to me,
Probably should've washed this,
Smells like R. Kelly's sheets,
Piss...
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents!
Buy it, cop it and washing it,
'Bout to go and get some compliments,
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in,
Bummy and grungy, fucking it,
I am stunting and flossing and saving my money,
And I'm hella' happy,
That's a bargain, bitch
Imma' take your grandpa style,
Imma' take your grandpa style,
No, for real, ask your grandpa,
Can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Take it)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers,
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin',
They had a broken keyboard,
I bought a broken keyboard,
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board,
Hello, hello, my ace man, my miller,
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game,
Hell no,
I can take some pro wings, make them cool, sell those,
The sneaker heads would be like ''Aw, he got the velcros.''
I'm gonna' pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I- I- I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up,
This is fucking awesome.
I'm gonna' pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I- I- I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up,
This is fucking awesome.
Whatcha' know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
Whatcha' know about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm diggin', I'm diggin',
I'm searching right through that luggage,
One man's trash that's another man's come up,
Thank you grandad for donating that plaid button up shirt,
Cuz' right now I'm up in her skirt,
I'm at Goodwill you can find me in the bins,
I'm that- I'm that sucker searching in the section,
Your granny, your auntie,
Your momma, your mammy,
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies secondhand, I'll rock that, mothafucka'!
They built a onesie with the socks on them, mothafucka'!
I hit the party and the stopped in that, mothafucka'!
They be like ''Oh! That Gucci that's hella tight.'',
I'm like ''Yo! That's fifty dollars for a t-shirt.''
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition,
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit,
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
I call that getting tricked by a business,
That shirt's hella' dough,
And having the same one as six other people in the club is a hella' don't,
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna' get girls with a brand?
Then you hella won't
Man you hella won't
(Goodwill! Poppin tags! Yeah!)
I'm gonna' pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I- I- I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up,
This is fucking awesome.
I wear your grandad's clothes,
I look incredible,
I'm in this big ass coat,
From the thrift shop down the road,
I wear your grandad's clothes,
I look incredible,
I'm in this big ass coat,
From the thrift shop down the road,
I'm gonna' pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I- I- I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up,
This is fucking awesome.
Kontrastas, bet gal ne toks baisus kaip gali pasirodyti. Aš irgi po savo stogu randu kai kurioms LT pop žvaigždėms vietos. Pvz, turbūt visi čia žino, kad aš esu visai nemenkas Aistės Pilvelytės mėgėjas.
Mano smegenys neregistruoja kai pamatau tokį vaizdą kaip "DjVaids mėgsta Pink Floyd dainą Time", o po apačia "DjVaids mėgsta YVA dainą Vasaros mergaitės" Bet imu pratintis jau.
Parašiau. Prašau, pakvieskit kas nors Pazistu_Mykola pasigrožėt tuo dienoraščiu... bus kaip laiko mašina 10 metų atgal, kai aš bombinau music'ą exceliniais grafikais ir Pazistu_Mykola tik ateidavo pasijuokt iš mano polinkio viskas "užstatistikinti"
Apskritai, senesniais laikais beveik visi kūrėjai pradėdavo su intencija tiesiog dalintis, be jokių monetizacijų. Tik vėliau už tai gavo atlygį. Dabar, deja, viskas korporatyvizuota (jei yra toks žodis), ir sunku pradėti be gero plano nuo pradžių.
Na, skaitoma medija visai kitą auditoriją turi, bet ir palyginti gerokai mažesnė. Tokia jau tinklaraštininkų dalia. Na bet galiausiai, svarbiausia, kad veikla patiktų ir duotų kažko gero bent keliems žmonėms. Ko daugiau ir reikia.
Nebent tai darai kaip saviraiškos būdą neturėdamas noro gauti jokios grąžos. Bet man blog'o formatas mielesnis, aš kai noriu rašau tekstus savo tinkluose ir viskas. Skaitoma medija man visuomet bus pirmiau žiūrimos medijos.
Nu gerai, labiau reiktų kalbėti apie tinklalaidžių kūrimo / žiūrėjimo santykį. Dabar kūrėjų kaip prikakota, o žiūrinčiųjų nors auga, bet kiek vienam kūrėjui tenka žiūrėtojų? Dėl to ta niša man atrodo visai neperspektyvi.