Roms.V - E.R. lyrics

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Roms.V - E.R. lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the quick fisted, never missin' Instant satisfaction gaurenteed, misfitted So I sided with the villians, always k**in' it As wicked as Cruella Deville and sh** So much money I'm paper millin' it, Dunder Mifflin [Hook] Got me feeling like a king, got my own words ringing in my ears But the throne is not near as comfy as it may appear Inferior exterior, heated up in a vat of my fiery interior Find myself firing compliments at the mirror again So severe we're rushin' you in to the emergency room But there's no room for you... well that's awkward [Verse 2] Charismatic, yet a maniac, I'm vulnerable to set backs I'm dangerous, I must act on instinct No relinquishing, party for the length of a weekend Bit with my teeth and I let em' f**ing sink it Teeterin', I'm on the brink of destruction Can't think about instruction, I'm hardly even functionin' Stablizin' my suction, I defy the fall back Short fuze, piss me off I'll never call back Appalled, must react, serve you up a tall gla** Filled with the Grapes of Wrath, get your John Steinback Hard headed, indebted yet I'm shreddin' it Soon to be accredited, go ahead and bet on it I'm preset for success, I'm on your radar b**h [Hook] Got me feeling like a king, got my own words ringing in my ears But the throne is not near as comfy as it may appear Inferior exterior, heated up in a vat of my fiery interior Find myself firing compliments at the mirror again So severe we're rushin' you in to the emergency room But there's no room for you... damn that's still awkward [Verse 3] Investin' in disaster, do my best without a master A ronin, I'm bleedin' serotonin, time to turn in Moanin' and groanin', gotta keep myself devoted To the cause, cause the gauze won't hold Withdraws enrolled, not sold on your fool's gold Keepin' it clean, wash my hands of a cold But I'm still sick Creatin' friction like the flick of a bic Check the diction, more fact than fiction in this b**h So why don't you just sit back and enjoy.. Oh he's back again, dirtier than the rubbage bin He's rummagin' in, punishment where needed Slow breathin', runnin' on E frequently Conveniently got nowhere to be in this city [Outro:] Got me feeling like a king, got my own words ringin' in my ear But the throne is not near as comfy as it may appear...