$aYANORA

Free who you play with and charge em for minimum wage
This country was built on slaves, America baby you're doing great
Sike i know you're not, i know this world is bound to rot
I know that when i speak my mind too loud
They pick me out a plot
They severe off my arms so i don't jot, so my ink don't blot or double knot
This whole idea into something they cant phathom
I'd be more appreciated in tandem, they'd heavy stomp on the ground floor to stand on My stance strong
My back started killing me, so i emptied my bank on the table
Where she ate on and it weighed a ton and broke it
Money caved in on itself, id explain just get that belt away from me until i earn it
Ima champion the top rope spectacle i'm deserving
I polish up any wording that leave em studdering nervous
Fuck repeating what i say just remember my tone in verses
The reason you think my purpose is here on the Earth for worship
It's not but i love to keep thinking you're worth it
Get the fuck up out my face okay

Goodbye, sayanora, no tomorrow, no mañana
Goodbye, sayanora, no tomorrow, no mañana
She wanna tell me how she feel, but i don't think she's being real
She wanna tell me how she feel, but i don't think she's being real

Okay so what's the truth baby, i want you loose baby
I wanna tell you things that make you laugh and wu tang baby
Sexy walk into your path, jersey club you baby
Have you bounce and break your damn your ass is juicy baby
No excuses, i only needed time just to use this
Things i couldn't say not from refusing from lack of choosing to keep it funky like the 70's With hella trees
The Garden State where we smoke gardens, FACED!

Goodbye, sayanora, no tomorrow, no mañana
Goodbye, sayanora, no tomorrow, no mañana
She wanna tell me how she feel, but i don't think she's being real
She wanna tell me how she feel, but i don't think she's being real



Credits
Writer(s): Juan Santos
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