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PCH
by Wst. Taylor
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Breakfast Potatoes with toast, a cup of chai tea
Need to get mind right before I hit the streets
Carhart flannel a pair of 1's on my feet
Studio all day till my shit feel complete
I play oldies in the whip trying to make life make sense
Pour that playas punch, Sundays im at brunch
Stephanie's for lunch, probably at the crib by dinner
I'm a born sinner
Why surf on waves when I can provide the water
Father taught me how to tread water
The way bone cutting shit you'll think he my barber
That ism real proper
I'm solid you goofy, you can tell by my posture
Prosper prophet lord gonna move me farther
You know life cost a grip I dare you to be cheap
Save yo money foo and get some sleep
Late night at the gas station put 20 on 10
The Stylistics playin, got me feelin like I'm in a Benz
I dived in it then I came out that water dry
Walking on water with a pimpish limp
Mr. Hankey foo yea im the shit
Bitch
You wasn't really out here participating
Everybody coo wit me you wanna be the nigga hatin
What you don't make me shit
One day ima bust down on a lick
Trip to LA we driving down PCH
Tacos from Tu Madre
Flaco you a legend I heard her say
Bottles of champagne for the pain
We all came out the mud with more than a few stains
This that Ocean Prime, steak with the lime
Wind breaker with the palm tree stamp
The gold chain shine
Breakfast Potatoes with toast, a cup of chai tea
Need to get mind right before I hit the streets
Carhart flannel a pair of 1's on my feet
Studio all day till my shit feel complete
I play oldies in the whip trying to make life make sense
Pour that playas punch, Sundays im at brunch
Stephanie's for lunch, probably at the crib by dinner
I'm a born sinner
Why surf on waves when I can provide the water
Father taught me how to tread water
The way bone cutting shit you'll think he my barber
That ism real proper
I'm solid you goofy, you can tell by my posture
Prosper prophet lord gonna move me farther
You know life cost a grip I dare you to be cheap
Save yo money foo and get some sleep
Late night at the gas station put 20 on 10
The Stylistics playin, got me feelin like I'm in a Benz
I dived in it then I came out that water dry
Walking on water with a pimpish limp
Mr. Hankey foo yea im the shit
Bitch
You wasn't really out here participating
Everybody coo wit me you wanna be the nigga hatin
What you don't make me shit
One day ima bust down on a lick
Trip to LA we driving down PCH
Tacos from Tu Madre
Flaco you a legend I heard her say
Bottles of champagne for the pain
We all came out the mud with more than a few stains
This that Ocean Prime, steak with the lime
Wind breaker with the palm tree stamp
The gold chain shine
