't leave y'all alone tonight Ain't nothin' goin' on tonight 'Cause I'm the phantom in your opera, yeah I'm the phantom in your opera, yeah Now I can't
Übersetzung: T-PAIN. Phantom.
Chorus:] I can't leave ya'll alone tonite Ain't nothing going on tonite Cause I'm the Phantom in your Operrrraaaa I'm the Phantom in your Operrrraaaa
:] I can't leave ya'll alone tonite Ain't nothing going on tonite Cause I'm the Phantom in your Operrrraaaa I'm the Phantom in your Operrrraaaa Now I
like an empty cabaret Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth Better
do it but never will You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes Can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes You can't see California
it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch
on Fuck the police man they always get my gig wrong I ain't no criminal no thief and no liar As a market man I'm just the supplier I don't give a fuck
: Sight a brand new horizon Ascending from the hearts of those who couldn't see The decline of man, the final stage of war Spectral forces of mankind
the next man's treasure Where one finds pain the next might find pleasure I don't pay attention to them haters, now or never I don't give a damn who
Yo Son You ever felt a funny vibe What you supposed to do? And ya man's ain't ya man's And ya friend's ain't ya friend's And ya money ain't yours anymore
Guilty as charged But damn it, ain?t right There is someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair This can?t be happening
The belief is that I'm Irving out a millionnaires fantasy With Phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway But you see the pain and the change of the same
don't have to say sorry Honest lil Dre, old school no atari Soulja Boy swaggin, pretty boy handsome Pulled off of the club, in a drop top phantom 360
Say you'll do it but never will You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes I am my Father's son Cuz he's a phantom, a mystery and that leaves
: My face is covered with blood. There's nothing but pain, passing closest to pleasure. I can't tell where I'm going to. I'm running all confused