"Roman Holiday (Live Grammys Version)" lyrics - NICKI MINAJ

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
(Stop it mother, please)
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
(Get me out of here mother)
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There's 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
'Cause y'all know who da f**, who da f*** 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
(Mother stop it please)
You need to know your station, Roman
(I can't take it)
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There's so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday
Roman holiday
(Leave me alone mother, I hate you)
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 dying of hunger
Mother I need, who is this oh
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
(Mother, you are like bloody crazy)
You need to know your station, Roman
(Stop it please!)
(Get out of my head!)
(Cries/whimpers)
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

Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
(Growl)

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 my goatee
Mother, forgive me