Verse 1: Look at me, tell me what you see I am just a man with some fucked up dreams I ain't ever do a thing that I didn't mean I ain't ever said shit that wasn't clean I do this for me All the lyrics and the rhymes and these dope ass beats All the struggles and the trials are on this sheet All the time and the effort I put in to be Some kind of somebody in this industry I could give a fuck about my music bein free Spittin lines of some darker times is me myself and Irene I ain't no star, Jim Carrey Comma rap, YMCMB With a hot ass bitch, Drew Barry More, oh you want more huh Hook: I am Young Copper Verse 2: I'm an enigma, wake up not knowin me Never done a show guess that makes me lazy Dreams about some big ass mansion all hazy All these people in my ear are makin me crazy "Oh you're never gonna do it Better get a job or you'll never be shit Follow what we say boy we all been through it Why don't you stop doin what you're doin and just give it Up" Huh? I ain't giving up shit All I love in this world is this weed and my music All I need in this world is for you to stop saying shit Before I lose it Telling me my dreams are fucking useless Tellin me my lyrics are just whiny bullshit Did you forget? You words don't mean shit to me Did you forget who the fuck is on this beat? Hook Bridge: I am (Young Copper) Hook

Back to black Blow fatter sacks Take all the dabs Drop all the tabs Girls, you want in the back Please show your rack Ill hashtag that I don't give a fuck if it's blue or red I don't give a shit if we in a bed you must be outta your fuckin head Thinkin we gonna keep doin this, baby we are dead Ready to load cannons People these days so quick to load handguns Bank robbers dreams, Dillinger on the run We all get so sick of bein broke as fuck Crime becomes an option Almost more worth it than four years of college Now tell me, Isn't that ironic? Live fast die young, supersonic Fuck a day job fuck a day job Poverty blows I want all the top notch Expensive tastes still got me lock jawed Gritting my teeth like a diamond skill saw Roll it in the raw Medical user gotta knock the pain off Copper, what's been ailin ya? You gettin angrier with each time I visit ya Let me help ya start over Let me help ya start over Why don't you just get over It? Is it something I said? Is it something you did? Stop askin shit God dammit, Stop askin shit Can you hear me Through the static I been feelin so damn charismatic Can you hear me Through the static That booty is your finest asset Can you see me Goin manic Now you gone and got all frantic Can you hear me Through the static I used to chomp on that pussy like a basset Can you hear me Through the static Can you hear me Through the static

Shit im back to where I started But it just seems to me a little bit lack of hearted These days are gettin' darker than black permanent marker It seems to me like People gettin regarded over gettin retarded Or some other type of garbage Look back at the heroes of hip hop This shit is not the soul of Biggy or Pac Got the rhymes cocked, ready to drop lyrical dos and do nots Like do do rock And do stay hot But do not flock To every new new Bach Get off the cock Of the "new new Pac" There's no new Pac Only wannabe knock Offs So knock it off Cause rap is an art And I wanna be on top Lookin down at the bott Ummm So I'm looking for my daily dose of Ummm Lookin for my daily dose of Lookin for my daily dose of Lookin for my daily dose of But can't find my daily dose of Down down Up up Left right Left right There is no contra code to life No extra tries No unlimited life no extra lives Try try that's the only way by You give up now, you're refusing to fly By and by days go by we fry and cry And lie and buy Expensive shit that don't solve this Shit we ain't dealing with Built up anger on top of some ancient sentiments Were all sentient And that's got me bent Because I intend to be the best At making sense outta senselessness Repent Repent That's all they're sayin these days Repent Repent Brotha my soul is spent And I ain't got no more spirit to lend I'm just lookin for my daily dose a Hook Fame I could give a rats ass Said Fame I could give a rats ass But fame I could use some cash Said fame I could use some cash Rising star? Shit maybe I ain't gonna say shit except man wait and see Young Copper selling out the NYC Maybe in time it won't all be a dream I won't be struggling to pay these fees I won't be struggling to make ends meat I'll just be Mikey B, Young Copper Sippin champagne starin at the sea

Wake me up in some other reality I can't quite figure out who I am supposed to be I need Some guidance here Some kinda angel to whisper in my ear That I'm doing what I'm supposed to That I've got some purpose to My madness my Careless actions Have fuckin caught up with my bank transactions I'm scrounging on change just to get a gallon at chevron Something's been wrong For too fucking long Keep holding on That's all I can do anymore What do we gotta do anymore To survive in this world anymore I can't believe this place It's disgraceful Distasteful Straight up painful Painful How low people can get Disdainful How fuckin pissed I am I know it, I should be feelin cheery People in this country got it so damn easy Well I ain't never been much of the smilin type More of the quiet tyke, used to hate the outside Now I'm a bit more talkative But a bit provocative Shoutin like chewbbaca did I'm way too loud I'm too damn proud I'm sick of dealing with these hipster bitches Who are "lost and don't wanna be found". What the fuck. Why we on a date then Why the fuck am I payin eight dollars for your meal then Fuck ya then, I ain't hearing your whiny bullshit When it comes to these bitches I feel I should just fucking quit

Bitches Oh look here we go again Coppers got a new track talkin bout women Damn right I ain't through yet This is only track six we ain't through betch I been on one, I been on two There ain't room in here for you and your plus two Fat ass friends and they're KFC THC is reason number three I can tolerate you, behind those nice boobs And that new bmw There ain't much there, with that long blonde hair And your daddy's checks with all them pairs Of zeroes that been paying for ya Tuition and that third nose job Keep a mask on That shits ready to fall off Ugh, like Michael Jackson in South Park That shits straight gnar Bitch get it off I ain't gotta be your man now I ain't gotta know you're plans now I ain't givin' no hand outs Bitch Bitches Used to puff puff by the ounce Dream of a pound just so I could drown In a sea of smoke to forget the hoes Maybe get a boat and drown them hoes Stranger tides you are now tuned in Have you started to question what you're listening To? Nah, the music's pretty cool But this copper guy has some crazy issues dude Fool, i am a little trippy though Hippity hop down the yellow brick road Punch Dorothy in her mouth, steal toto Shit on the wizards front lawn and go Number 1 on the tin mans hands While the cowardly lion pisses his pants They said that cats don't dance Well Ill make that bitch dance with a 9 in my hand till his bitch ass can't stand

Had a bad week oh dang Molly all on my brain Shrooms all in my system This shit all done Got me all undone Fun for the unsung Folks of this generation Voice to the tons of People who love their Ganja and them bad ones Them bitches who know what's fun Fat buns and pierced tongues Tattoos of machine guns Wanna come use my drugs Bitch better know what's up Bitch betta be D Cup Bitch betta keep me up Got me wide awake Got me wide awake All these bitches man got me wide awake Drugs got me wide awake Goin in like Danny Brown I've lost my damn mind This mojo that I found Man it's killin it this time. The worlds gone up in flames Light a blunt with that shit The worlds all a game And we all the players in it Hit me like a ton of bricks This bitch done knocked me sane No jokin you tokin I smokin you blowin I snortin you floatin I'm gone in you lost in the smoke Damn that was a mouthful Youthful as fuck and I won't regret it Coppers the name and don't you forget it

It's been a long time since I I saw your face. I never thought I'd see you back round this god dammed place. The days are killing me And obviously Their killin you just as quickly I don't believe in god, And I never believed in luck Fuck this shits nuts though So your Back up in my life with no kinda notice I'm being evicted from that place of coldness I felt soulless, until you hit me up And now your back up in my shit again Back to bein friends Lend me your mind, cause I'm lost as hell Bells are rattling the walls of my mental Don't be gentle, tell me to my face Do those five years even matter these days? Baybay I miss those old days At Griffeth park, those old dates With those old plays I'd pull to make you stay Or so I thought Back to the start of things Back when I thought I'd put that ring on it one day Shit Life is fucking crazy in it's ways I was thirteen then Way back when When we'd sit and pretend We'd be together till the end Life ain't that god damn nice Before it bites it acts all polite With hopeful eyes so full if lies You told me this is it You told me you're mine And I was wrong too I said things I didn't mean to And I let one thought fuck it up

We goin in Embracin sin Partyin

Up late nights again God dammit all this kids got is a couple of friends Nah motherfucker, that's family in my head All I need is a pen Or at least somewhere to jot scribble and bend These words to any will I command Fend fend for yourself That's right they said it fend fend for yourself Everybody else Claimin they help When in turn all they want to do is make it a hell To live in this grand old country we built Our grand old country of guilt Centered in west Palmdale United under what? What you been up to man, how you been? What university did you get into? Fuck you, I hate answering that shit And that's no fault of yours I'm just Not too damn proud of where I'm at right now Sometimes I wish I could start over Take it back to 09 October Just so maybe I could find some closure And look over, why I got colder Why I froze you with my cold shoulder But I'm bolder now I can admit what I did was pretty goddamn lousy I'm done being rowdy Hopefully you can see that

Do you remember Long time ago when you said That would never ever ever ever stop being friends Well, I do And I'll remember that till time stops for me And I'm buried in some unnamed cemetery Hold on Don't ever look back Don't you ever look back When it all fades to black Who's in that mirror looking back This is crazy I just drove 350 Miles just to see quickly It came and it went but I still did it And I'll never regret it I thought I'd forget it I thought I'd forget ya but I didn't You were still that girl that I knew way back when You're still that girl that I loved way back then You render me at lightning speed Suddenly I feel like I'm finally free Of all the chains, and all the pressures All the pains, and all the pleasures You're the only pleasure that I need Best believe That I need Someone please Shut this bleeding heart up! Oh my bad, I didn't mean to preach it I just had to put some soul on a track teach it To myself, that life ain't no mystery It's the good and the bad, future and history

Goddamit I'm 20 years old And sometimes I just don't feel alive no more I been searching for substance Since my parents abundance of younguns Ran around the house just hungry for Funyuns But it's nothin That grown man type of numbness That goddam feelin of wantin lovin But hatin the something She been trying to put in Your life Like why Like why Should days be this dark Fuck if I know And it blows But it's the life we as people chose Darker roads Stranger tides It's our life Quit your bitchin Quit your cryin Quit your lyin Quit your tryin Man up little lion Get those riches Get those diamonds Said man up little lion Quit your cryin Quit your bitchin

Now I ain't been rappin for a lotta time But I know I got some kinda talent for putting words into formation Like a seven nation army Like bitch, get on me Like bitch, you want me? Wha? Well you better know copper only got one love to show And its these beats It's the words up in between these sheets It's the life I always dreamed to lead Its an unlimited supply of weed But shit, you gotta fend for yourself I don't give a fuck about what others will sell And fuck yeah I still love fl I gotta get out there, fuckin give em hell Yeahh Fucking give em hell Time will tell Coppa you the man Or just a tall tale Did you fail Or did you score some tail On the trail up to the top You lookin pale What you rail You on that coquina game of bail And bump all the tail in the club and Get them girlies all a rubbin Their- eww What the hell you talkin bout What the fuck you on Nothin but a little weed Some shrooms and that LSD See I was raised on Pac and rhcp That kinda music that makes you wanna see What it really is like to stand and be On top of the world, king of the number three Rock from the sun Rappins too fun I'd rather have this than any other type of drug My friends don't even bump my shit But fuck it That don't bug me one bit If I make music for other people than might as well get my throat slit This is me, on the track Mikey b, from the back To the front, people jump To the front people jump Jump baby Right on this dick Don't forget that my brain is sick Even with the meds they tried to give Me I ain't got better But the music has Helpin me get off my ass Is these voices in my head Telling me to go and grab The Winchester And murder every hipster from here to Westminster You fuckin hipsters make my fuckin stomach curl Hov said it first, ill say it back Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black Hov said it first, now we're going back Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

This ain't a love song Don't get it wrong baby This is a song for the memories We made together As a group Of people People brought together to better ourselves equal People that were being raised told that Together with the people That we spend our lives with We could conquer all the evil in the world And I forgot that I started to fight back Against the currents of the past Instead of lettin em flow Damn I know now Now you're doin your thing somewhere far away And I just want you to know, You're doing great I ain't told that to you enough Da da da I remember once We were all at the house You were in that hot ass blouse And I was just lounging around Smokin Tokin hopin maybe that you would Join me Or maybe tell me that you loved me But That was before all that That was before you said fuck it to the world and got all packed And moved And it's the best thing you could do Cause now boo, look at you Things are good for the both of you And me I'm doin alright Got this album coming out that I'm mixin right And hey look, you're even mentioned in it a couple a times I'd name the track after you, but where's the surprise? It terms of fear I'm really only scared for all the people I hold dear That includes my fam, grandma momma and dad All my brothers who want so bad Their dreams, goddamn I respect that Cause it's hard, for all involved But I'm also frightened that my friends won't evolve That they'll stay stagnant, But I have faith that their planes are landing And soon they'll be seeing a New place, like Brandon and Selena Noah T and Amanda Brooklyn and Dana Everyone I know, I'm so damn proud of ya

Look back, remember All those times we spent together Watchin All those corny ass tv shows On that brand new gloss black vizio Way back when When we were watching all those shows on on demand And we were sittin eatin donuts with our friends Still hungover from a night of partyin With Jose and a little Morgan But it's boring Tellin this story front to back fourteenth fucking time So ill sum it up in a couple lines It was cool, but now you blow lines like dimes You ain't guilty of no fucking crime Except being so damn closed minded Yeah I fuckin partied at your house Yeah we fuckin partied at your house Ain't nothing changed except what you say Okay I ain't the best guy But I try, And you just cry.

Last track You know we gotta send it off right Coppa killem Guess who back from the beginning of time Coppa is here to spit this last motherfuckin line Use this time to spit this one last motherfuckin rhyme I been on stranger tides Been so damn high off Vicodin and smoke I Can't even tell left from right And I stay on my broke shit Motherfuckin bk rodeo shit That you bet we eatin at primos type shit But fuck it, ain't no harm in that At least our souls intact And our minds, Well at least they know how to act Accordingly To each new extra ordinary Other worldly ... I been through galaxies Extra planetary Seen the world to be As fucked up as the last transformers movie (That shit blows) Hahahaha I am a thriller Laughing like the joker off the painkiller The thrilla in vanilla Ha Old bitches keep hittin me up I'm like no bitch nah I don't wanna fuck But I'll let you suck me off while I raise my monk In Azeroth Six months of my life Gone into this album Then it's on to the next one on to the next one Yeah, I'm jacking styles No originality in the hip hop pile And I'm racking up miles On the chevy trying to see her smile Mission beach, I'll never forget Get it now, this is an album of regret And to beat regret you gotta be the best moral of the story kids take that to your parents Puffin on green Broke ass team Fire so rad you would call that shit mean