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letra de do know wrong - propaganda

[hook: macho]
maybe i’m crazy, she could do no wrong
how could you blame me?
yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
crazy, but she could do no wrong
but how could you blame me?
have you ever been to cali? yeah

[verse 1: propaganda]
i wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me
i learn to love you better once i get the liquor in me
loyalty can be tricky
earthquakes and gang bangs couldn’t shake me
down at poly high posted with polynesians
what up, uce?
they probably lookin’ for a reason to make your job loose
just tellin’ ya’ll truth, admitting i’m co-dependent
defending the same streets that got my uncle life ended
on the corner for weeks
you like “it’s dirty and it stinks, but it’s mine for the keeps”
and chasing my calling, it keeps me long gone
i let the palm trees welcome me home, it’s southern cali yo

[hook: macho]
maybe i’m crazy, she could do no wrong
but how could you blame me?
yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
crazy, she could do no wrong
but how could you blame me?
have you ever been to cali? yeah

[verse 2: propaganda]
i wrote the smog a love letter, told her don’t forget me
i learn to love you better when that fatburger in me
and raising my two daughters in a region that don’t got water
but bordered by an ocean
rush hour all day, a little joke we play
infinite grid lock man, how you call that a freeway?
l.a. got me making excuses for her
yeah, she got issues but you don’t know what we been through
three riots, crack attack, pachuco vatos
but you can’t stay mad after having a king taco
what is it with you? i tried, i can’t quit you
i leave, i just miss you, i’m the only one that gets you

[hook: macho]
maybe i’m crazy, but she could do no wrong
but how could you blame me?
yeah, that’s my baby, yeah
crazy, she could do no wrong
but how could you blame me?
have you ever been to cali? yeah

[verse 3: propaganda]
circle back round eleven to grab that work stash
in the bush off the on-ramp
405 and atlantic, don’t panic
lemme warn transplants between cost of living and traffic
you should stay put if you ain’t tryna learn spanish
it’s real deal, it’s real ill, it’s real love
it’s illogical, them cold streets got no chill
can’t explain it, you gotta be built for it
hollywood crush dreams, be ready to k!ll for it
good lord, the blocks between slauson and florence
turn your future into urns, get burned like fish laurence
and one time for the west coasters
love from vallejo all the way down to diego[?]
low rider, scr-per bike, beach cruiser, dragon cruise
dogtown mayors be skating in empty pools
me i’m down in long beach, but grew up off the 10 east
overcrowded, overpriced, and i don’t even think twice

- propaganda

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