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letra de roman candles - roman the writer

to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
but it’s really not safe and sane at all-all!

yeah yeah, i already know i did this a couple years back
and released it as a single or whatever
but this the album version
i’m coming in here with some revisions
some new sh-t, some better sh-t
and guess what?
y’all n-ggas still uselеss since the blue princе in the building
b-tch i’m in the booth like j.w., no wilson
the way i’m comin’, it’s like i’m shootin’ unborn children
your b-tch give me my flowers, your dandelions are wilted
she blew you and made a wish for better d-ck and i k!lled it
dead the p-ssy like a luka magnotta mental illness
i pick my ice out for my chill wrist
i’m a lunatic, ludicrous, i ain’t new to this k!ll bill sh-t!
by that i mean i’m no amateur with the sword
i chop it up with some suey and screw it using a torx
why, yes of course! six points, step on the court
i don’t get with sports, but i’m ballin’, steph as a board
it’s nothin’ but net, somethin’ like sum of the forces
some ford sh-t, power of like four hundred horses
i know you heard of the sorcerer’s verse causin’ a vortex
birds are being watched
they perched up on the porch
imperfect little wh0res
i’m versed with metaphors
like a h–rd of crows, i’m known for murder
lyrically witchy, b-tch i’m the supreme, call me thurgood
i’ma cast a spell and make yo verse good, ha!

but nah like peep the shaye saint john sample
like who is out here using shaye saint john samples?
this is my second shaye saint john sample, n-gga!
catch the f-ck up!
yuh, still determined, i spit like a serpent
different water, same n-gga from the samuel sherman
i take the beat and rip it, then collect the green like i’m kermit
bout to wild out with this rap like nick cannon with turbans
no genie, but my wish is your command
my will is earnest
i leave b-tches blue in the face, no mission first
i’m picture-perfect with the shots that i take, no whiskey-bourbon
witchy wordin’, do i need to spell it out?
when in doubt, get the pencil out
lead about, start a sentence and get that capital earned
i got old money sittin’ on current c-notes
purchased plenty of ferns, no cody
casona green and furbished
p-ssy n-ggas don’t want no beef, go hide behind the curtain
get off my d-ck squirtin’, you n-ggas gettin’ dirty
like bmx bandits, get out my lane swervin’
i’m on the highway to heaven, you steady hittin’ curbs
in the fast lane and i don’t need a permit
cuz i deserve it, i serve it like a waiter
while your service is debatable
they ate it and regurgitated later
what a waste! there’s still some crumbs on the plate
might as well copy and paste
without the writer, you’d be roamin’ around in sp-ce
get out my face!
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
but it’s really not safe and sane at all-all!
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
to lure the kids into the safe and sane
sane!

drip too hard, make the floor wet
i am not gorgeous, but i’m pretty sure that i’m all that
and a baga chips in a corset
top three, hangin’ with the whites on the forbes list
same blue prince, different format
rude n-gga, might put stains on ya doormat
i came feelin’ pretty unchained
but i ain’t the first lil f-ggot to pull up on horseback!
i got bars like soaps in hands
i’m too hot, you can’t hold the handles
you my son, no solar panels
no sandwich, but i’ma go ham and roast you mammals!
put a dent in your priesthood, no enamel
f-ck twelve, no daniel–nickelodeon with ign0ble plans
i’m so grand like an old piano
(booo! you suck!)
i’m the straw that broke the camel’s back to back
like a pro that was born in cameron, north carolina
i’m a whole banana; so appealing, leavin’ n-ggas slipped up
leave your man exposed like toes in jehovah sandals
mr. eleven in rojo flannel, coco chanel
y’all could never hold a candle to roman
can’t you see i’m more than fans that cold the lands?
cuz when i blow, it’ll be roman candles, yuh!

meow to the p-ssycat, kitty kat cow
drop dead when a b-tch dip, get down!
that house ain’t nothin’ but sad clowns
getting violent, i am ready to lash out
when i come through, they on high alert
i got that wet wet. them b-tches die of thirst
you want to make it big? you better sign it first
b-tch i’m independent, no fireworks, ow!

c-nt to the kitty with a-
c-nt to the, c-nt to the kitty with a-
c-nt c-nt to the kitty with a what what
to the c-nt c-nt
to the kitty cat cat b-tch c-nt!

- roman the writer

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