of shit She's in denial He's in denial Didn't give an inch When I gave a mile Come on I gave a mile Gave a mile to who? Come on guys chill I'd be
Without pretension With a sweet chill down my spine For a time the clouds lift And what I have resigned to thinking barren Does bear fault If I am to
plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth
forward He's not a tour-sung hero He's not the embodiment of a soul brother The unassuming troubadour Sings to himself softly And not a word escapes his
altar of refuge and other, my alter ego and its magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention. It served as a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness
refuge and other, my alter ego and its magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention. It served as a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness
a slave Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave But shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved I chill for the sake of your age You great
to video games create the music Just use it Children, thankyou very much I'm aware that you're building a sanctuary up Cause reality creates the sadness We rely on these things to 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
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
station to 44th and 8th Not many make it this far and many say we're great But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate Can't you hear the
wasn'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
watching - yet you're still a fat loser It's dissapointing but I got bigger fish to fry Super-size a Great White - that's the type of fish I fry! You
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
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
down the fort and raise the roof at the same time Das Racist, goodness gracious Great balls or 8 Balls smooshed in faces Great balls for cake, ya'll
Without pretennsion. With a sweet chill down my spine... For a time the clouds lift. And what I have resigned to thinking barran Does bear fruit. ~ If