Copywrite June lyrics

June by Copywrite

June lyrics

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 and 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 punch-ins 
It's like I just can't get shit right 
The first time or somethin' 

When no one knows your name 
And your vinyl's still in stores 
Once you get a little life 
Through arguing over who feels it more 

We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage 
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist 
We don't do shit for the clubs - 
It's for us 45's go RJ's archaeologist diggin 'em up 
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens} 
To vinyl when it gets set to bash 
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed 

Yo 
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light 
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is 
like 

I keep the things you taught trapped in mind 
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the 
time 
But who am I to blame 
I'd probably do the same in your shoes 
I never held that against you 
Complained or assumed 
You never went through what I'm living 

Hell who am I kidding? 
Depression is practically 
A part of family tradition 
So I keep the time we shared close 

It sucks to lose 
It also sucks we had to share the month of june 
I woulda shared eternal time before I left 
Each month I celebrate my birth 
I'm reminded of your death