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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