PCH Lyrics

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