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letra de grenade juices - jay lyn gatz

[intro: jay lyn gatz]
(sips drink and chokes)
oh yeah, they still burn yo throat
but before
i… i… i…
(ugh)

[verse 1: jay lyn gatz]
remember getting my day made by grenade juices
where we would hang; the same place they would hang nooses
people throw the peace up. yup, but it ain’t deuces
smart lives getting f-cked up ‘cause they aim stupid
all lives matter. it’s mind over matter
mind divided by cadavers. the blind provide the cameras
besides, these scattered mind times got my eyes shattered
conniving minds giving lives time behind slammers
people blabber, “black men this” or “black women that”
forever wanna criticize what black people lack
preaching “unity”, but never having black people’s back
you complain with no solution you a wack n-gga, facts
i’m sick of people bias and comparing how unfair it is
i’m sick of people bringing up marriage; fulfilling narratives
no comparison to these parrots. don’t be comparative
cherish all the ones with true merit and know how rare it is
if ya press ya point i’ll press your pressure point then
that’ll leave a mark. it’s best to bring ya ointment
i finish what i start; call now for ya appointment
but it’s pointless. you’re not sharp, you disappointment, ugh

[chorus: jay lyn gatz]
they always saying not to change. (ugh)
i tell’em, “cut it. better watch ya vein.” (ugh)
a lot is going right; i cannot complain (ugh)
i’ve struggle all my life. we are not the sa-a-a-a-ame
drunk it, but not grenades (huu)
people float, but it’s not parades (huu)
pick your poison to drown your pain (huu)
i’m not a saint. i am not ashamed (huu)

[verse 2: ramaj eroc]
yo, sarah told i can rest when i’m dead
i don’t think i should let that go to my head
cause i won’t sleep ‘til i’m deprived, when am i ever surprised
b-tches trip bout sh-t i say, so imagine what’s kept inside
i pray for kids that lay on mattresses without no bed frame
i pray for those that gotta search couches for that loose spare change
to survive, things might get violent
so, cue the rain man and the ambulance sirens
pitching curves, listen, you can’t be predictable
you got own mind, n-gga, don’t let no one think for you
look, i’m not the one that needs convincin’
but if you want no one in yo yard, you need better fencin’…
my n-gga

[chorus]
they always saying not to change. (ugh)
i tell’em, “cut it. better watch ya vein.” (ugh)
a lot is going right; i cannot complain (ugh)
i’ve struggle all my life. we are not the sa-a-a-a-ame
drunk it, but not grenade (huu)
people float, but it’s not parades (huu)
pick your poison to drown your pain (huu)
i’m not a saint. i am not ashamed (huu)

[bridge: jay lyn gatz]
i remember simple things bringing joy-oy-oy
nowadays, all i feel is voi-oi-oid
grown man; used to be a boy-oy-oy
say the chant ‘fore i get destroy-oy-oyed
ziggy zaggy, ziggy zaggy, oi oi oi
ziggy zaggy, ziggy zaggy, oi oi oi
ziggy zaggy, ziggy zaggy, oi oi oi
ziggy zaggy, ziggy zaggy, oi oi oi
oh boy

[chorus:]
they always saying not to change. (ugh)
i tell’em, “cut it. better watch ya vein.” (ugh)
a lot is going right; i cannot complain (ugh)
i’ve struggle all my life. we are not the sa-a-a-a-ame
drunk it, but not grenades (huu)
people float, but it’s not parades (huu)
pick your poison to drown your pain (huu)
i’m not a saint. i am not ashamed (huu)

- jay lyn gatz

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