Texty:
Chills The Great Escape

and wonder I wonder what's out there I wonder what's out there? I hope they can hear me (3x) Chorus I'm making plans for the great escape The great escape

hostage taken Some money making Jamaican High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in Maybe he was mistaken for some great man

Every time I think of you I feel the coldest chill I think about your great escape An artist with expert skills It's painful when you're not around But

know who you are And do I have to use my tokens or do you have a car Well my name is the prince and I'm a great rap star You don't have to use your tokens

still real You know sex, money, drugs, death, the whole ordeal Murderers to kill, Henny demon and ill Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill

my next one, she lives out of state I mean the sex and conversation situation is great Every time I hit town we make a date And when it's time to chill

t daisies and crazy eights, it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves and saints. And every trainee face-painted while his great escape grazed

and find us Out of this bind plus Peace your highness Ease your mind Its time to just chill and just build and just unwind [chorus] Ease you mind come chill

Its a hard knock life, ya heard jay-z featuring annie No limit like snoop, thats when the grammy Hit the beach in the long gray and black caddy Reminiscing on my great escapes