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THE GRENADIER
16
Hip-Hop/Rap
THE GRENADIER was released on June 5, 2026 by Lykenhaus Records as a part of the album PALLBEARER
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelLykenhaus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM47

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TWENTYTHREE
TWENTYTHREE
Vocals
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TWENTYTHREE
TWENTYTHREE
Songwriter
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Klein
Jeremy Klein
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Producer

Lyrics

(What'd he see, what'd he say that he saw)
(What'd he see, what'd he say that he saw)
What'd he see, what'd he say that he saw?
I heard he left his brain at the back of the stall
Who'd he cutter, who'd he bait for a fall?
Bleeding in silence behind a crack in the wall
What'd he see, and what's he saying he saw?
I heard he left his brain up at the back of the stall
Now who'd he cutter, who'd he bait for a fall?
Bleeding in silence behind a crack in the wall
Well off the rip I didn't care for his demeanor
I just figured he a zealot or a tweaker
Looking back now, I can see that he was neither
'Cause something had him pale, sweatin' like a fever
First he went over and got up on the phone
Kept insisting that he had to be alone
He was talking strange numbers in a real shaky tone
But all I heard from the receiver was a disembodied drone
So then he hung up
Clutching his stomach yelling "What's that noise?"
"My brain feels hot"
Just got me twisted as a couple seconds later found him lying like this
But I never heard a shot
What'd he see, what'd he say that he saw
Got his brains on the back of a wall
Who'd he fuck, who'd he bait, who'd he brawl
Bleeding out in a bathroom stall
What'd he see, what'd he say that he saw
Got his brains on the back of a wall
Who'd he fuck, who'd he bait, who'd he brawl
Bleeding out in a bathroom stall
(Bathroom stall)
(Still—still—still—)
Still dead in the cold, no escape from the role
New hole in a head where he's searching for soul
Didn't want this at all, but it's all that he knows
Two guns up loaded with bags full of bones
Sought how to cope with a life full of woes
No sight, lead weight interlocked with a foe
New .45, pray like he's aiming for gold
Sleep in the backroom, need to swing on a rope
Still dead in the cold, no escape from the role
New hole in a head where he's searching for soul
Didn't want this at all, but it's all that he knows
Two guns up loaded with bags full of bones
Sought how to cope with a life full of woes
No sight, lead weight interlocked with a foe
New .45, pray like he's aiming for gold
Sleep in the backroom, need to swing on a rope
Slow burn ghosts I loathe on my shoulders
Old school rocket, shot that like Moses
Box out souls with holes in my holster
Scope at my head I'll hold my composure
Now I don't know why he went cold
New coffin alone, you could leave your rose
Ten toes with his feet on road
Lie low in a hole when he sees what's owed
Circle the drain
Spinning for so long
And nothing's changed
Circle the drain
What you would give to hold on
Just one more day?
Just one more day
Just one more day
Just one more day
Just one more day
Written by: Spencer Linn, TWENTY THREE
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