do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do She was just so selfless speaking Wish she had just told you yesterday And yeah you love her And yet it's over And yeah it's over
without Delilah, the soul survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's
cock Swede Bust them things not you slap be Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew
plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha, "Holl up, holl up, you ball up a hundred dolla bill, and throw it, " Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha, We POE
sky and measure planets by parallax. Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation. I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's
tryna buy me out the mall Throw your paper on it all Wrapped in Dolce&Gabanna and come over when you wanna get involved- NO You're so sexy But it's
got it goin' on From her head to her clothes, how she throw it on But I'm tryin' to see her take it off It's like football, I plan on goin' long, hut
won't explain it. A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back Let's shout it
matter who paid Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
and one planet to broke my ?coach? it's free Son, I need Weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed ? it's six six six There's no days
That's why I keep the 9 in the Bently door pan Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us Know it's gon' blow for my dough Why would you try with that guy Scene
all ! A few instructions just before rehearsal starts: Carlotta must be taught to act . . . ," (The PHANTOM'S voice gradually takes over from her) PHANTOM'S
PHANTOM) PHANTOM'S VOICE I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . . (ALL look around apprehensively. FIREMEN start to run in the direction of the VOICE) PHANTOM
self We got the phantom See which side of the game is over there Well is this it, the end of civilization Are we prepared? Well I hope so Here's the
And when the music's gone, there be no more songs, no more songs When the party's broke, I said I still live on, still live on And when the music's gone
DMV we on the map, it's over for these corny niggas Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics
the sky and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion Of bitin' and recyclin' and callin' it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, 'Somebody's
