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It's Hard to Say No (in New York City)

by Granata

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p.s i dont like to talk about my future either i feel ya Favorite track: Life Is (Not Always Like This).
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1.
it’s hard to say no (in new york city) it’s hard to explain that it hurts that pain in my heart’s just a stain on my shirt today i ate my lunch alone, i saw a bunch of clones i wanted to see faces, put away your fuckin phone! last night i went on a date with a girl, woke up hungover .. hating the world but whenever i’m havin a rough day i find a book and ride the subway or i walk around aimlessly, looking for people doin the exact same as me something weird just happened .. that’s what i came to see, i sat in the grass so long i became a tree found a peaceful spot to people watch then ended up drink in a pizza shop but i’ll take what i get, it’s a success if make it though a summer day without breakin a sweat IT’S HARD TO SAY NO IN NEW YORK CITY WITH ALL THIS YAYO IN NEW YORK CITY BUT THERES SO MANY OTHER WAYS TO PLAY IN NEW YORK CITY SO FOR NOW IM GONNA STAY IN NEW YORK CITY who’s gonna cry when i leave? i’d rather be narcissistic than naive i almost avoided Benji’s funeral, but i’m glad i didn’t because that shit was beautiful when i was readin and eatin green eggs n ham i never thought i become the man that i am now i drink coffee, still sing off key and pretend i’m Bing Crosby in between the cigarettes i’m ashin i still find time to imagine i should stop complaining and start rappin instead of doodlin on bar napkins big cities are made up of small towns no one smiles at you but they help you if you fall down ten years from now i’ll be thirty five, still hangin out in diners and drinkin whiskey in dirty dives IT’S HARD TO SAY NO IN NEW YORK CITY WITH ALL THIS YAYO IN NEW YORK CITY BUT THERES SO MANY OTHER WAYS TO PLAY IN NEW YORK CITY SO FOR NOW IM GONNA STAY IN NEW YORK CITY
2.
locked in love for now i’m done singing blues ballads i’m throwin vodka in the fruit salad watchin the trees slow dance in the wind i wish we could all die with a bit of romance in the end you me and a shack on the beach when i’m hungry i just snack on your peach we sat in the sand catching a tan skinny dippin and livin off the fat of the land there’s no other fling like a summer fling i wanna help you this time die your hair the color pink baby maybe your labia is the one on a hot day you’re the rain on a sad day you’re the sun if your lookin for it you won’t find love so i black out and turn into a blind dove if it don’t work out, don’t stress it because even bein pathetic can be poetic WASTIN TIME’S MY FAVORITE WAY TO SPEND IT ME MYSELF AND I, WE GOT A GOOD FRIENDSHIP BUT BABY YOU GOT ME LOCKED IN LOVE OR MAYBE I’M JUST LOST IN LUST i don’t give a shit when i’m in the shade life’s just that much more lit when you gettin laid all you gotta do is sit while i serenade and keep lookin pretty takin sips of your lemonade layin down on the ground we watch the clouds pass whisperin to each other all they hear is some loud laughs all we need is some fruit and a blanket and if your but is lookin a little too cute then i’ll spank it both of our phones are dead but we’d be rather alone instead makin love on the roof while the sunsets out of all my lovers you’ve been the best one yet i still take you up on that offer to move away to tahitii with nothing but eacother whom i kidding, it’s best that we didn’t i’ll always love you forever but for now, good riddance WASTIN TIME’S MY FAVORITE WAY TO SPEND IT ME MYSELF AND I, WE GOT A GOOD FRIENDSHIP BUT BABY YOU GOT ME LOCKED IN LOVE OR MAYBE I’M JUST LOST IN LUST
3.
life is (not always like this) so many people i get lonely in the city dippin my cannoli in my whiskey i wish i could show these words to my grand dad but the fact that i can’t makes me happy and sad why am i different i still i don’t understand that lead me to ocean please show me where the sands at in the winter, take me where it’s warm in the summer, take a chance and dance in a thunderstorm the grass is greener by a red head i drink so much sometimes i wake up in a wet bed not proud of what i’ve done drunk but it’s over at least in the morning i sit and think about it sober my friend called me a freak, that’s a compliment aside from bein me that’s my biggest accomplishment yeah i’m proud of myself, but i’m also a hazard i shouldn’t be allowed by myself TODAY I COULDN’T FIND MY BALANCE FEELING FINE WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE BUT I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS YEAH I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS i can’t smoke weed, but i wish i could all these cigarettes ain’t doin me good i threw my to-do list in a bucket, said fuck it i don’t talk about my future it’s a touchy subject! we shouldn’t go there, that conversation always ends up no where i fear that man in the mirror, alienated myself from society but i can’t abandon a beer? rap is killing me but i feel the need to do it more and discover shit about myself most people ignore they don’t give a damn, it’s a scam but artists are assholes so i understand everything was easy, you were gentle but our love was a summer sublet, just a rental it was so eventful that i still try to relive it with my pencil TODAY I COULDN’T FIND MY BALANCE FEELING FINE WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE BUT I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS YEAH I KNOW THAT LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
4.
rose went blue SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? MY SKY TURNED GREY AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE X2 wallet was empty but my heart wasn’t and every time i saw you my soul would start buzzin we went from cigarettes after casual sex to sayin corny love shit over texts i can’t believe i’m still missin you who the hell should i listen to? i should reach out to you before your dead and blow a kiss on your forehead maybe it was just a summer of love but it wasn’t enough we can’t call it that, i gave you all i had the way i drink you would think i have an alcoholic dad life got hard i turned soft instead of sheddin tears i shoulda let us burn off and known that our time was up and when i’m by myself i’m enough SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? MY SKY TURNED GREY AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE X2 if you’re in the city i might run into you i don’t know how i’ll act, i don’t have a clue last time it was tears maybe this time we laugh and reminisce over beers walkin back from the beach barefoot and we hold hands you’re gonna be the one i think about when i’m an old man we shared and showed us so much but we couldn’t hold each other in the cold months and it took it’s toll on us you wasn’t the blondest, you was honest i know we both gonna be sexy with grey hair maybe what we had will survive and stay there right where it was, i miss the pair of us it takes a week writin you love letters and only one second to tear it up so far no one come close to you i still care but how the hell i’m supposed to do my sky turned grey and my rose went blue SO FAR NO ONE COME CLOSE TO YOU I STILL CARE BUT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? MY SKY TURNED GREY AND MY ROSE WENT BLUE X2
5.
cigs, cannoli, coffee, donuts cigarettes, cannoli, coffee and donuts i’m a problem not a poet so what? oh but being surrounded by mayhem helps antii social addicts the scars speak for themselves watchin hentai with a bad bitch in bed stuy she dress fly, gets high, a rebel with red eyes but she so sad, her cigarettes cry i can’t imagine what’s gonna happen when her pet dies i’m not sure what i could brag about but i’m pretty good at blackin out and wandering the city streets for somewhere i could take a seat and study all these idiosyncratic freaks but then i realize i’m not that different we all started innocent, except for the shit that was in our past i’m nothin but a long haired low life in no hurry with no worries and no wife i can’t lucid dream so i free write in a room filled with gloom, doom and tea lights i know for a fact she won’t but acts like she might you start to pick up on all the crap that they recite as soon as the situation turns high stress i decide that it’s time to digress cause i’m not that good at cleaning up my mess i guess all that i can really do is lie less i’m just an oaf on a sofa loafin around, i’ve seen none of the world but i been to most of my town i gave up on acting like i’m holdin it down life turned into a cold shower, should i throw in the towel?
6.
Beach Day 02:58
beach day theres only one perfect potion the hangover cure of the ocean girl relax lemme hit ya back with the lotion summer my favorite emotion i aint wearin socks today i’m gettin fuck up at rockaway i’m far from glamorous, far from cameras nothin handles my stress better than a hammock does the sea that’s my bathtub reminiscin about my first kiss and my last love committin sins when the sun shines that’s how i unwind passin out on a tapestry blowin off plans i do it happily when it comes to style don’t mimic any just mix many i opened my mind and found six pennies I DON’T CARE IF IT’S CLICHE BUT THERE AIN’T NOTHIN LIKE A BEACH DAY THE OCEAN DOES WONDERS FOR MY CURLS AND I’M LICKIN THE SALT OFF THE LIPS OF MY GIRL x2 the life of a bum i wonder if i’ll out grow it atleast i admit that i don’t know shit the thoughts of a man, who’s lost in the sand and his only worry’s comin up with the next cost of a can i don’t floss for my fans, i don’t got money but it’s better than my life being not funny at least if it’s hot, sunny .. go outside and take a barefoot bike ride or i skateboard on the board walk and listen to the way that new york talks and it don’t matter who it’s speakin to but new york brings out the freak and the unique in you peekaboo, something weird happens all the time outsiders call it crimes all you can do here is try to stay sane i found serenity by hoppin on the A train i don’t care if its cliche there aint nothing like a beach day the ocean does wonders for my curls and i’m licking the salt off the lips of my girl I DON’T CARE IF IT’S CLICHE BUT THERE AIN’T NOTHIN LIKE A BEACH DAY THE OCEAN DOES WONDERS FOR MY CURLS AND I’M LICKIN THE SALT OFF THE LIPS OF MY GIRL x2
7.
Got It Good 02:36
Got it Good WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD blackin out i’m white trash ticklin pussies with my light stash my marketing plan is be homeless drink beers, smoke cigs, write poems and piss there’s not much that i won’t consume don’t assume nothin except that i’m shootin pool at bonus room yeah i like shitty dive bars that get one out of five stars she only seems to hit me up when she’s horny but i respond cause i’m lonely and every mornin she wakes me up with a bj then i’m gone, because i need to take a me day i’m done fuckin around, that shit is empty but i found that shit out quickly i wanna feel something, let me get hurt you can be the top of the tree, baby i’ll be the dirt WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD fuck art, i wanna find love i found it one time ehh … kind of smokin my last cigarette i’m back to square one but maybe love is in the air if we share one and now we got the same smoke in our lungs and i’m dying to feel the stroke of your tounge it’s been raining so long i wanna soak up the sun but her hearts darker than what’s inside the cloak of a nun last time i saw her it was spark less nothin but darkness yeah i do miss hanging out with a cool chick but i learned a lot about life and got nice with a pool stick i never no when to quit, i’m throwin a fit and i don’t ever see myself goin legit but now everybody wanna be edgy just please don’t stop eating your veggies WHEN SHE TOOK OFF ALL HER GARMENTS I SAW SOME HAIR UP IN HER ARMPITS I LIKE IT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAD IT GOIN ON NOW I GOT IT GOOD
8.
Overalls 03:45
overalls my heart fell out of a hole in my flannel and i got nothin left of my soul but a candle it got stolen and sold to the mold and cobwebs and a squad of crip walkin daddy long legs i’m doin drugs i never thought i would i know there’s worse ones but these ones can’t be good i get along with the vagabonds and the rebels not religious but there’s no better metaphor than the devil all i’m here to do is try to right the book of matches i’m not concerned with wondering where to put the ashes i took the static of my life and made it look emphatic by drawin beautiful things in the soot and sadness you can’t find me, i’m hiding in the nooks and attics or in the swamps of the south hookin and cookin catfish the apple don’t fall far from the tree, then it rots away i’m nocturnal it’s just not my day I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED .. CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2 i’m not a hippy i’m a hick man stuck in a swamp of whiskey and it’s quick sand lunch is six cans of Genesse and half of pack menthols I’m a scarecrow compared to all these ken dolls my favorite holiday was halloween i died licken fried chicken corn bread and collard greens the devil said i got a level head at night i’m full of light durin the day i’m disheveled and dead screamin from the depths of my soul like janis joplin and i’m rocking a mustache and a mullet, randy jonhson it’s a digital world but i’m an analog man nothin takes the pain away like camouflage can i’m done with bitches, i’m naked swimmin with fishes cause in the city people are pretty but they’re vicious observin the serenity of the lake scene, while she gave me blowjobs i was eating baked beans I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED .. CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2
9.
it’s hard to say no everywhere i go IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT x2 luckily i forgot everything i was taught because i could never pretend to be someone i’m not i’m just tryin to be a better person same me but a better version i’m the one who i’m stuck with it’s just so fun to say fuck it i know i’m not a robot but what if i was a puppet IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT x2 sometimes i just wanna lay low why is it so hard for me to say no it’s not craziness i’m just a little bit too spontaneous a maniac but i was tame at twelve i can’t blame the city so i blame myself i’m allowed to be proud and ashamed as well there’s two sides to the story that i came to tell IT’S HARD TO SAY NO EVERYWHERE I GO SO I GUESS IT’S MY FAULT ....

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Filled with observations & reflections wrapped in dirty realism, Granata paints a portrait of his NYC against a tropical soundscape laced by Thanks Joey.

“It may not be pretty, but I found my beach in New York City” - Granata.

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released June 30, 2018

Produced by Thanks Joey for Colours Of The Culture

Recorded on a Tascam Portastudio by Jachary @ LoveLove Studios in Brooklyn, NY

Lyrics Written & Performed by Granata
Tracks 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 Mastered by Jachary
Tracks 1, 2, 7, 8 Mastered by Will G Radin
Guitar on 9 by Jachary
Photography by Alex Bruno
Visual Art by Busta Grime

2018 Colours Of The Culture
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