Nik Bates - Roman Redwood lyrics

Roman Redwood will make a
Nigga flip like somersaults
Throw you in a Wonderwall wonder
What you’ve done at all
This Oasis is hotter than summer balls
Coming up in So Cal
I don’t know where you from at all
Flip scripts, money ain’t what it seems
Everyday is sunny like Kid Cudi’s dreams
Don’t gotta Live in hollywood to
Get your tummy tucked fuck is up
Puffing gummy funk when we crush it up
Roll it up tight like we was
Trying to wrap a mummy up
Got a lighter? Yup! Light her up
Smoke a funny one
Burn it like the sunny sun
Hit it ’til it’s doney done
Getting honey stuck
Then we go and hit your honey up
Step back before you go and
Get your bummy fucked
Never trust a crummy nun
Blessed with that dummy luck
You didn’t get touched
Running up like an undie run
About to take your money
Lunch, flip you over, sunny up
No commercials breaks, Roman Red is coming up
And I ain’t even twenty one
Got the Devil’s Sympathy
‘cause I’m a Rolling Stone trolling? No but
I been owning blokes since I was only 4
Phoning home
Hoping I could take ahold some forest blow
Got that Chuck Norris flow
Hit you with a rope-a dope groping hoes
Elope and then we boldy go where you don’t go
Choking off the coke and blow
No man I’m joking though fuck a line
Motherfucker I could hold the phone
Saying that I rock is like
Calling David Bowie old
I fuck with Bowie though
If you could only know
These Young Americans be thinking
They can open doors
When they only smoking dro
Going where the stoner’s go
Typing up my lyrics
It be best that you start bolding quotes
Suicide when I write
You know that I’m still coping though
I come around like the Rolie Polie Olie show
Never said it before
I got a habit for the Kravitz
‘cause I’m tryna get at Zoe, yo

Yeah I said it

Trying to make sure my story told
Life be giving lemons
I got Apples in my Stereo
Soundtrack by Karen O, Pokemon, Lucario
Headed to Nebraska like where Zooey
And Jim Carrey go
Never getting married though very close
But she very pro when she carry loads
Always got Plan B, but it be scary though
Can’t make a baby if she on the top
Where cherry’s go i make the cherry blow
She be thinking "Where he go?"
Don’t even worry
I’ma come around like Merry-Go
That shit is very old
Treat it like some dairy mold
I’ll be getting scary dough, rare as gold
NSYNC with the skill
I be spitting with that choreo
Drink it with the milk
I be killing all the oreos
If I could flip the script
And never keep the story old
I'd make Topanga and Cory go
On the Maury show you are the Fahja!