phantom of the park (Free Razi 26')

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Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. Day six, no sleep. Shadows on the creep. Chop it, flip it, let it go. Phantom of the park, let 'em know. Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. I’m the ghost in the machine, pullin’ copper out the drywall, Sweatin’ through the pressure, shadow boxin' with the nightfall. Got the nervous system jumpin’ like a wire on the fritz, Pawnin’ every heavy metal piece just to make it all fit. Took the blender and the toaster just to see how they were built, Livin’ in the gray zone, way beyond the edge of guilt. Day six, no sleep, and the room is startin’ to spin, Turned the kitchen to a chop shop just to let the rhythm in. Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. Day six, no sleep. Shadows on the creep. Chop it, flip it, let it go. Phantom of the park, let 'em know. Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. Heart pumpin' like a kick drum, echoing the bass, Dodging sunlight through the blinds, wiping off my face. Got a duffel full of wiring, heavy on my back, Shadow people in the corner, always keepin' track. Floorboards keep on creakin', footsteps in the hall, Swear the drywall's breathing, I can hear the plaster fall. Jaw swingin’ like a pendulum, chewin’ on the grit, I’m a champion of the hustle, I don't ever plan to quit. Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. Day six, no sleep. Shadows on the creep. Chop it, flip it, let it go. Phantom of the park, let 'em know. Strip it down, cash it out. That’s what we about. Tear it down, rip it out, get it straight from the mud, Got that money in my paws, got the rush in my blood. Wide awake in the dark, yeah we strippin' the lot, Turn the panic to a profit when the block gets hot. I said, tear it down, rip it out, get it straight from the mud! Got that money in my hands, got the rush in my blood! No sleep in the system, we just breakin' the locks, Run the city till the sun come up and beat out the clock. Got the rhythm of the city pumpin’ heavy through my chest, Workin' while the rest of ‘em ar toe layin’ down to rest. Rippin’ catalytic converters like a trophy from the street, Keep the engine turnin’ over just to stay up on my feet.

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