P.C.H.

(yo, yeah)

This ones for you

Doin' your time

Mindin' your business

Life's too damn short

Just tell the truth

You ain't gotta lie craig...hit this

Now pass it around

This buds for you... smoke!

If it's a rat race, where the finish line

If this a foxhole, where the frontline

She work from home

She work overtime

She climb the pole

But bring that money home

Cash out...

I know we can make it if we just fuckin' try

Ain't nothin' can break us, we get too fuckin' high

All day baby high as hell

Jus tryin' to win with the hand you're dealt

This bars for you...

If this a rat race, where thе finish line

You in the right place at thе right time

It's too easy to forget your name

Forget why you came here

Forget you're a slave

It's too easy to forget your name

You forget why you came here

You're slowly going insane

This one's for you

I'm feelin' like some ole school shit

G-punk nigga - '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'

Ain't nothin' better

Stop hatin'

You insecure

This blood's for you

Survive the rat race, find a finish line

Be in the right place at the rite time

It's too easy to forget your name

Forget why you came here

Forget you're a slave

It's too easy to forget your name

You forget why you came here

You're slowly going insane

What a waste of time

Worryin' about the drama the strife

Them demons them laugh

Fight or flight?

It's not about them talkin'

They trife

Unfriend and unlike

It's just you and yourself

It's the fight that define you

It's too easy to forget your name

Forget why you came here

Forget you're a slave

It's too easy to forget your name

You forget why you came here

You're slowly going insane

(Daaamn, we made it through yo, right? Yo, yo)

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 wouldn't 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 nigga

Life's a trip then you die my lil nigga

Kick push coast and jus' ride

I know we can make it if we just fuckin' try

(Sit back and glide...)

Ain't nothin' can break us, we get too fuckin' high

(Thanks for coming out man, love you guys. Be safe on your ride home. Stay away from the police. Don't drive drunk. Peace.)

I know we can make it if we just fuckin' try

Ain't nothin' can break us, we get too fuckin' high