June (clean) lyrics

RJD2 drop that sh*t so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much sh*t on my mind
From fake motherf*ckers 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
f*ck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get sh*t 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 sh*t 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