June
Rjd2 Feat. Copywrite Lyrics


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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 RJZ 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 year I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death

Overall Meaning

In the song "June" by Rjd2 featuring Copywrite, the rapper reflects on his life and the struggles he has faced as a hip hop artist. The song starts with Rjd2's instrumental "drop" which sets the tone for Copywrite's introspective song. Copywrite's lyrics are raw and honest, and deal with themes of self-doubt, family, and mental health. He talks about how he has so much on his mind, from dealing with "fake motherfuckers" to trying to get his future in order. He also reflects on the difficulties of being a hip hop artist in the present day, where there are 16-year-old net-heads buying garbage instead of appreciating true art. But he stays true to himself and his art, making music not for the clubs, but for himself and true fans.


Copywrite shares his personal struggles of dealing with depression, which he states is a "family tradition", and how he keeps the time he shared with his father close, wishing he had more time before his father's death. He also acknowledges the role his father played in his life, teaching him valuable lessons even though he wasn't physically present for half the time. The song ends with a poignant message, where Copywrite says that he will celebrate his own birth, but also remain reminded of his father's death, indicating the bittersweet feelings he has towards his birthday.


Line by Line Meaning

RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
I need the beat to start so I can express my feelings.


Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
When I express myself, it can bring people down with me.


Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
I have a lot of things that I need to share and address.


From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line
I'm dealing with people who are not genuine and I'm trying to plan for my future.


And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Being a hip hop artist in the present day has its challenges.


Ain't all nice and fine
It's not always fun and games.


At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
My life feels like a never-ending rap song.


Full of punchlines and jokes
It's filled with humor and wit.


Fuck-ups and punch-ins
Mistakes and recording do-overs are part of the process.


It's like I just can't get shit right
I feel like I'm unable to do things correctly at times.


The first time or somethin'
Even on the first try, things don't always work out.


When no one knows your name
Being unknown is challenging.


And your vinyl's still in stores
People can still buy my music in record stores.


Once you get a little life
Once you start becoming known,


Through arguing over who feels it more
People start arguing over who enjoys the music more.


We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Teenagers are buying music that is not worth buying.


Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
They want to keep me as their own personal artist.


We don't do shit for the clubs -
We don't make music just to please the club scene.


It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up
We make music for ourselves and for those who appreciate classic vinyl.


And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
I am a saint sent to revive vinyl and create meaningful music.


To vinyl when it gets set to bash
To make sure that the vinyl is handled with care and respect.


And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed
I will continue making music until I can no longer perform.


I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
I can't fully live up to my mother's expectations.


Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I need my father to come back from the afterlife to give me guidance.


I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I remember and keep my father's lessons in my head.


I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
I know my father cared for me but was not always present.


But who am I to blame
I'm not one to place blame.


I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I might act similarly if I were in my father's position.


I never held that against you
I don't hold any grudges against my father.


Complained or assumed
I never complained or made any assumptions.


You never went through what I'm living
My father never experienced what I am currently experiencing.


Hell who am I kidding?
Who am I to pretend like I know what my father went through?


Depression is practically
Depression is a common occurrence.


A part of family tradition
It runs in the family.


So I keep the time we shared close
I cherish the moments I had with my father.


It sucks to lose
It is painful to lose someone.


It also sucks we had to share the month of June
It's unfortunate that my father passed away in the same month as my birthday.


I woulda shared eternal time before I left
I wish I had more time with my father before his passing.


Each year I celebrate my birth
I celebrate my birthday every year.


I'm reminded of your death
My birthday also reminds me of my father's death.




Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: RAMBLE JOHN KROHN

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Comments from YouTube:

snowywowy

One of my favorite songs... copywrite should have made more deep songs like this! A Track is so much better when you share memories with it. I prefere the remix to the original, too. The mood that is established by th beat and copywrites aggresive and emotional flowing make this track so awesome. props for posting it!!!

snowywowy

Wanted to comment and saw that I did 11 years ago when I was 23, still can related so much to this song, now that I am 34. Probably Copywrites best Song!

Gusto Formula

@snowywowy see you here in 10 years!

Carlos Ayala

man this beat is so sick, timeless and perfect in it's essence

resp0nse_

Copywrite spitting pure emotional fire on this one.
Always liked this joint.

Ozzie H

Can so relate to this. Ultimate feels right here even a decade later.

IRON MANG

They're both good. This one kinda wakes me up while the original is what I relax to.

Sebastien Bruis

Love this song!

PunkyHipHopDude

No worries bud. If there's anything else you've been looking for let me know. Chances are I'll have it.

Mark Simpson

nice remix but the acoustic guitar in the original sounds tooooo goood

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