I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.
Roman’s a little gay boy who lives in me. And every time I talk he sort of just appears and I tell him, ‘Roman, you know, stop it, you’ve gone mad, I tell you, mad.’ He’s an outlet to say what I need to say but sometimes don’t want to.
I tell em everybody else is my opposite. I put em on the game give em five percent.
I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win.
Everyone knows I'm a lash girl by now. When I don't have my lashes, I feel naked.
So I will be on the mountain waiting Cause I am in need of more attention