Roman Holiday Song Lyrics
Take your medication, RomanTake a short vacation, RomanYou’ll be okayYou need to know your station, RomanSome alterations on your clothes and your brainTake a little break, little break from your silencingThere’s so much you can take, you can takeI know how bad you need a Roman holidayRoman holiday, a Roman holiday
You done, you tight? You suck at life?You don’t want a round three? You done suffered twiceWo-wo-worship the queen and you might could passKeep it real, these bitches couldn’t wipe my assAnyway, stylist, go get BvlgariI am the ultimate SvengaliYou, you bitches can’t even spell thatYou, you hoes buggin’, repel that
Let me tell you this, sisterI am, I am colder than a blister‘Cause my flow’s so sick, and I’m a lunaticAnd this can’t be cured with no Elixir‘Cause y’all know who the fuck, what the fuck I doI done put the pressure to every thug I knewQuack, quack to a duck and a chicken tooPut the hyena in a freakin’ zoo, phew!
Take your medication, RomanTake a short vacation, RomanYou’ll be okayYou need to know your station, RomanSome alterations on your clothes and your brainTake a little break, little break from your silencingThere’s so much you can take, you can takeI know how bad you need a Roman holidayRoman holiday, a Roman holiday
Witch, twitch, bitchMotherfucking right, this is World War 6This right here might make a bitch dieAnd this right here is gonna make a bitch cryAnd if we being honest, I am such a great guyBut this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I’ma put her in a dungeon under, underNo, them bitches ain’t eating, they dying of hungerMotherfucker, I’m me, who the fuck is this hoe?And yes, maybe just a touch of tourettesGet my wigs, Terrence, go and get my beret, yo!
Take your medication, RomanTake a short vacation, RomanYou’ll be okayYou need to know your station, RomanSome alterations on your clothes and your brainTake a little break, little break from your silencingThere’s so much you can take, you can takeI know how bad you need a Roman holidayRoman holiday, a Roman holiday
Come all ye faithfulJoyful and triumphantI am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithfulJoyful and triumphantI am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithfulJoyful and triumphantI am Roman Zolanski
Talking ’bout me, you talking about me?I dare a motherfucker to be talking about meThem bitches must be smokin’ a couple of OZ’sThey want the outline, I give them a goateeGoddamn, motherfucker, you talking about me?I dare a motherfucker to be talking about meThem bitches must be smokin’ a couple of OZ’sA-buh-buh-buh, now give them a goatee, oh!
Take your medication, RomanTake a short vacation, RomanYou’ll be okayYou need to know your station, RomanSome alterations on your clothes and your brainTake a little break, little break from your silencingThere’s so much you can take, you can takeI know how bad you need a Roman holidayRoman holiday, a Roman holiday