Roman Holiday lyrics
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday You done, you tight? You suck at life? You don't want a round three? Worship the queen and you might could pass Keep it real, these chicks couldn't wipe my huh Anyway, stylist, forget the Barbie I am the ultimate Svengali These chickens can't even spell that You, you hoes buggin' Repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister Cause my flow's the sickest And I'm a lunatic And this can't be cured with no Elixir Cuz y'all know who da, who da, I do I done put the pressure to every thug I knew Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too And put the hyena in a weekend zoo Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday Witch, twitch, bitch! Godmother's right, this is World War 6 This right here is gonna make a chick die And this right here is gonna make a chick cry And this right here is an undersigned shock And this what I do when a chick breaks flock I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under All the girls ain't eating They dieing of hunger Mother I need, who is this ohh And yes maybe this a type of tourettes Get my wigs someone go and get my beret Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday Talking bout me, you talking about me? I dare a mother, he talking about me They must be smokin' a couple of OC They want the outline, I give them a goatee Gah, mother, they talking about me? I dare a mother, they talking about me They must be smokin a couple of OC They want the outline I give them a goatee Mother, forgive me
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