here could get so lucky No, too far gone And I am through with love and loving It's a lot of work for nothing Oh, from this day on From this day on
kiss on Check my cool Hater gon get your diss on Used to put me out the club Cause I wasn't old enough Now they can't deny me When they see that phantom
you any place If the Brakeman turns my way All this automatic writing I have tried to understand From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
got me we run this man we run this) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no
now own you from this day forth; you'll be my slave [Y:] Oh Dear God for this life I've lost the will [M:] No this can't be I'd rather you die than spoil
you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day
on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches On and on
nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes
You aint right, Im a fucking phantom at night That wheres a mask by day, with a temper tantrum Dont light my fuse, 'cause if this dynamite blows up in
again... Through the storms... I gotta stay strong Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born on
The underworld watches in horror As this marks the day that 3 of America's most notorious outlaws Will be executed for their crimes Together the states
the phantom blade becomes your reality This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn We
missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech N9ne bring you along for the ride... [Brotha Lynch] Wait a minute I'm from the
(sly, we fly) We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) [kool keith] I put my mask on, another night for the phantom
gone we want you all to know We'll carry on, we'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on And
