Rza - Roman Redwood lyrics

Double R [Verse 1] Roman Redwood will make a n***a 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 f** 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 f**ed 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 f** a line, motherf**er I could hold the phone Saying that I rock is like calling David Bowie old I f** 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 [Verse 2] 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 sh** is very old, treat it like some dairy mold I'll be getting scary dough, rare as gold *NSYNC with the sk**, I be spitting with that choreo Drink it with the milk, I be k**ing 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!