PCH

This ones for you
Doin your time
Mindin your business
Lifes too damn short
Just tell the truth
You aint gotta lie craig
Hit this now pass it around
This buds for you
Smoke!
If its a rat race, where the finish line if this a foxhole
Where the frontline momma work from home
She work overtime
Momma climb the pole
But bring that money home
Cash out
I know we can make it
If we just try
Ain't nothin can break us we get too high
All day baby hi as hell
Jus tryin to win
With the hand you're dealt
This bars for you
If this a rat race, where the finish line
You in the right place at the right time
Its too easy to forget your name forget why you came here
Forget you're a slave
Its all a game
Its too easy to forget your name
You forget why you came here you're slowly going insane
Its all a game
This ones for you
I'm feelin like some ole school shit g-punk '96
It feels like yesterday
We were rollin down pch
Rockin sublime and that Mary J. this loves for you
So come and get it
We waitin
Aint nothin better
Stop hatin
You insecure
This bloods for you
Survive the rat race, find a finish line
Be in the right place at the rite time
Its too easy to forget
Oh what a shame
What a waste of time
Worryin about the drama the strife
Them demons them laugh
Fight or flight?
Its not about them talkin
They trife
Unfriend and unlike
Its just you and yourself
Its the fight that define you
Its too easy to forget
Still livin the dream
Ever since i saw myself in circus magazine
Back when that was still a thing
Sold out shows from hollywood
To sacto to pocatello
And i wouldnt change a thing
Ya know, i never made it big
But i made it
Never got to buy my mom a crib
But i guess i made it
I still wouldn't a change thing
Cuz that would change the way
My daughter sound when she sing
That would change the look my son get in his eye
When he land that 180 frontside flip
Lifes a trip... then you die
Kick push coast
And jus' ride
Sit back and glide