Yo Phantom

by Yo Phantom

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released March 14, 2016

Written, performed, produced by Yo Phantom
Mixed by Fried Monk at Sleepless Sound Studio
Mastered by Bob Iacono



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Track Name: Doomed
I’m like the Midnight Creeps,
I was "Doomed From The Get Go”.
Everybody always said so.
I’m bad luck.
I can be a miserable fuck, I know.

This go-nowhere town got me feeling suicidal.
I wish I was naive so I could turn to the bible.
Instead I found my place in the underground.
Get high to distract me from the sights and the sound.

Death seems like the easiest part of this.
I can go to my grave feeling fearless.
I’m singular and peerless.
Built a wall so nobody can get near this.

It’s for your own protection, trust me.
Friends and lovers come and go
but I know that in the end
it’s just me.

Am I dead already? Or am I the last one alive?
I look for the answers in your eyes.

I see my own reflection staring back.
Feel every last connection fade to black.
Reliving the rejection of a youth long gone.
Alienation bleeding out through my song.
Track Name: Mr. Postman
Tumbling my Bitcoin
and creepin’ through the darknet.
Subversion is a must
so I’ve been beefin’ up my skill set.
Stealth on high
won’t get tangled in the dragnet.
Package runnin late
Postman always make me sweat.

Mr. Postman left a present, now I'm gifted.
I knew just what it was because I sniffed it.
Hungry cause that Cinex got me lifted.
Tryna watch a movie when it shifted.

Peepin’ through my window while I’m waitin’ on the postman.
Flyin’ in a blue dream, spacin’ on my slow jam.
Headphone mix got me noddin’ like Scott Weiland
Dyin’ for a drink but I don’t think I should be drivin'.