Sunny Side

Life Imitates Art

Sunny Side prod. Just Dan

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Looking Back

Better Call Saul

Relegated, delegated, I think I should be Celebrated, long awaited, it's a masterpiece Segregated, serenaded, whistle in these streets Aggravated, calculated, leave it to me Elevated, meditated, I don't need the peace Demonstrated, detonate it, every time I speak Innovated, renovated, carved it out of grief Validated, never faded—bury me in beats


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[Hook – “Declaration” Part A] This a declaration, fuck your federation And I'm about to play to keep This a donation, home invasion I'm ahead by bounds and leaps Eternal damnation, a cremation You should look down at your feet My location, no salvation You can't claim to be from The Creek

[Hook – Part B] This a declaration, fuck your federation I just want to get some sleep This a donation, home invasion And can you get the irony? Eternal damnation, a cremation And there's no way you should speak location at the space station You can't claim to be from The Creek


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[Verse 1 – “No Grace”] Some days I wear a mask But you can see my face I can speak too fast you should know your place And if I'm looking past Just know I have no grace For anything that's whack My mind goes into a race But let me stay on track So I can disappear without a trace Like Pac-Man, I'm a ghost I'll ditch during an important toast Don't look at me I'd rather be The one doing the most The one joking at the roast Shout out to Red Fish, shout out to Coast If I did it all again, I wouldn't be so close It’s a super-sized, surprise that led to my agonized demise


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[Hook – Repeat Full Version (A + B)] This a declaration, fuck your federation And I'm about to play to keep This a donation, home invasion I'm ahead by bounds and leaps Eternal damnation, a cremation You should look down at your feet My location, no salvation You can't claim to be from Dawson Creek This a declaration, fuck your federation I just want to get some sleep This a donation, home invasion And can you get the irony? Eternal damnation, a cremation And there's no way you should speak My location is at the space station You can't claim to be from Dawson Creek


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[Verse 2 – “Brass Rings”] So now I'm Frank Sinatra, but I feel more like Dean Sometimes when it's too much I get offensive and mean This is what I've always dreamed of, I'm living the dream Blessings look different for everyone and their team But now I'm getting tired, I think I deserve the rest If anyone asks who can spit bars, tell them I'm the best And if I'm moving mountains daily, I need to confess Forget me not in every line—collecting brass rings, don't care for the rest

Declaration

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Friday Tha Jynx is a Canadian hip-hop artist blending raw lyricism with emotional depth. Known for turning real-life struggles into powerful storytelling, Jynx brings introspection, grit, and West Coast energy to every track. His latest album, Sunny Side, showcases resilience through smooth flows and sharp bars, gaining over 1,500 streams and 1,000 listeners in its first week. With a sound rooted in honesty and crafted for connection, Friday Tha Jynx is carving out his own lane in independent hip-hop.

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