Terry L. Johnson Jr. - Salty lyrics

[Intro: WordPlay T.Jay] Check, check, check [Hook:] Yeah, they salty when you win huh They salty when you lose It hurts within your soul huh You can feel it in the wounds So the pressure's building up huh It'll lead you to your tomb By the time you figure that out I have nothing left to prove [Vamp] Oh man, oh man, yeah, that's my jam Let me clap my hands Oh man, oh man, yeah, that's my jam Let me clap my hands Oh man, oh man, yeah, that's my jam Let me clap my hands Oh you mad huh? Why you mad huh? [Verse 1: WordPlay T. Jay] Why you live a Morton life Without an umbrella you just walk through the weather Getting rained on you don't want to make it better Always keeping beef, with the salt, in the cellar I'm a stay fly put the wind in the feathers You can watch me but we're on a different level In the same race, different kick on the pedal Watch your track, because I got my medal Still this cold, don't freeze my soul Even when I run this hard I get my goals Even if you start to act you'll get the role Maybe It'll hurt a bit, you'll get to soak I'm on my path, stay on your road I pirouette stay on my toes Stay salty because I never fold Because if I'm watching you I let me go [Hook] [Vamp] [Bridge] Stranger sounds, stranger sounds Never let you get me down Never let you take my crown Never let you kick me round [Verse 2:] Looking back at me, turn you into a pillar Even with the salt boy you still stay bitter Tryna beat me down but you ain't J Dilla Pain k**er, way iller, stay true, no filler Always with the mad face These ain't my kids step dad face Walk into the room with the bad taste Sitting on the couch throwing Vlad shade Mad shade, hiding while you masquerade Think you need God hold ma** today The ma**es prey, staring at their phones all night Looking at The Gram like you ain't tight Couldn't write a sentence, but I ain't nice My advice, GPS and find your life And find your type, and part like the Red Sea Ain't glutton free, I'm going where the bread be [Hook] [Vamp] [Verse 3:] Quick to tear you down and kick you round Cause they punt their goals and never got the crown Pitch a fit and never left the mound When you win, they swear they helped you bounce Draculas they swear they helped you count Never lost but swear they helped you found Tag alongs that love to give you pounds Love me now but never got my sound Vibrate higher, livid when I spit it, because the vibe inspired Pickle when I pick it like a five-piece choir Or a benefit plan when I just got hired, just got dire Grip like tires, swinging on through like I grip high wires Try to give me chance but I Dylan Dylan, spit hot fire Strong like steel but I strike like iron [Hook] [Vamp]