Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman

Abandoned hearse Corroded to the bone A final curse We write this song Cold brains, Alone at last

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

Your love is like a drug You are the one I'm so addicted, you got me fucked up and it feels so good I'm out of control, what the fuck Feels like I'm going insane What the hell have you done to me Can't get you out of my brain I'm so addicted, you got me

Jeans so new We should eat one before 2 Man I'm so high I think I love you I was thinking about leaving again It all depends Are we just friends Can you leave a little bit of your k For you, babe It's a no brain We take your mums car to the edge of the

Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies Nineteen eighty-nine's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?' I remember when I was twelve years old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I

Hey, what you say, Jonny? He's convinced himself right in his brain That it helps to take away the pain When everybody else refrains My uncle Jonny did cocaine It's a yearning that you can't ignore I wanna go out tonight Come a little closer to the city

You're good at being bad You're bad at being good For heaven's sakes go to hell And the peaches and the mangos You could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind This great grey matter Sensei replied what is

Could send her home again Ah, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook

I'm on my level, yeah Man I swear I'm on my level See after drinking champagne all night Never worry bout a damn thing, y'all might Homie I'm on my level, yeah So I'mma take one shot to the brain And I order three more shots I'm going in, aye Man I'm