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saint javen - sayonara / kosei lyrics

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[hook: javen x]
sayonara cutting all my ends
i don’t wanna speak on this again
people out here tryna make amends while i’m
getting bigger than the f-ckin body on the benz
sayonara cutting by the trends
slice em with the katana and dip
tie em up at the bottom and sip i’m the
lion of the savannah i’m sick

[verse 1: javen x]
gucci ain’t there still drip when i walk from the
sh-t that i think still drip when i talk don’t
trip on the rocks that you kick on the concrete
lost but i’m boutta bring it back like a zombie
(off with his head!)
off with his head like auf wiedersehen like
off we the zenest motherf-ckers in the pen and my
pen hold burden three hundred pound men it be
heavy, do the drive by in a chevy
be like popeye with the spinach don’t forget me
go to church with your f-ckin sinning don’t upset me
tory burch bag linen looking like giuseppe
forty words written in the letters that he sent me
i just wanna be somebody but they wouldn’t let me
b-tches by the three on my side looking s-xy
pull up with the fit clean rollin’ in the bentley
dice and the price for your life so tempting
tempting, i’m just venting cos i’m sentient
feeling unaccepted so i gotta reinvent me
f-ck that, i be all me p-ss the ball b
life moves in waves when they rise and they fall see

[hook: javen x]
sayonara cutting all my ends
i don’t wanna speak on this again
people out here tryna make amends while i’m
getting bigger than the f-ckin body on the benz
sayonara cutting by the trends
slice em with the katana and dip
tie em up at the bottom and sip i’m the
lion of the savannah i’m sick

[verse 2: javen x]
money make everything better
uh i been way under the weather
uh ain’t nothing gon last forever
uh i need a b-tch outta paris
uh tired of the dudes in the house with the
rude att-tude and the booze in their mouth like
uh tired of the dues that are due every
month and i gotta wonder what it’s all about cos
if i do the things that everybody doing i’m
-ssuming i ain’t special so i gotta get moving
gotta get big like buddha baby i’m a
savage like a f-ckin barracuda grinding for
gouda ducking from the rueger ask me if i’m
trippin nah i’m straight like a ruler calling me a
uber i gotta get out what i’m saying be
super so yall figuring it out momma said gotta
dress for the ladies momma said i gotta
dress so they pay me but i been feeling all this
stress as of lately and i been feeling tight
pressed how they made me see i’m just tryna do it
big fore they k!ll me but ain’t n0body wanna
hear the f-ckin real me and even when i’m in the
trap man it’s still me and now they know that i
rap wanna feel me and now they know that i
rap gotta take back everything i said if i’m
tryna make the money before mama go to bed cos
press got a couple dots aiming at my head if my songs ain’t about the rock ain’t about the lead or the
block or the gucci socks balmain reds or the
clock with diamonds dance hanging on my wrist
clock with diamonds dance hanging on tryna tell
time again and i been out of my
mind again it ain’t that easy just to
find it then i been surrounded by these
blinded men this life’s so
frightening sh-ts tightening gotta
calm down with the gas siphoning i’m
ripening i’m sniping them like
zeus ima hit em lightning like
body to body flying like thouxanbanfauni hold up the
crew in the lobby they went insane when they saw me throwing their
shade like an awning i get em wet like dasani i roll up
deep to the party i put the beat in the body i make em
dance and i need my cash in advance
i don’t need to feel like the man cos i know i am
d-mn i don’t want no stains on my vans
spitting i spray from the can and you know i bring it
back running like i’m under an attack
thunder booming blah like i hit em with the gat
spitting straight facts off the top of the dome
where ya -ss been i been off in my zone
off in my home (yea) off in the
booth in box and i scoff at the throne
tossing the stones (yea) off and a
lone on my own no one answer the phone
off in my home (yea) off in the
booth in box and i scoff at the throne
tossing the stones (yea) off and a
lone on my own no one answer the phone
off in my home (yeah) off in the
booth off in the box off in the
throne tossing the stones off and
alone answer the phone answer the



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