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letra de p.c.h. - (hed) p.e.

(yo, yeah)
this ones for you
doin’ your time
mindin’ your business
life’s too d-mn 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 f-ckin’ try
ain’t nothin’ can break us, we get too f-ckin’ high
all day baby high as h-ll
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 sh-t
g-punk n-gga – ’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 n-gga
life’s a trip then you die my lil n-gga
kick push coast and jus’ ride
i know we can make it if we just f-ckin’ try
(sit back and glide…)
ain’t nothin’ can break us, we get too f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ try
ain’t nothin’ can break us, we get too f-ckin’ high

- hed p e

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