West Coast

Intro: VERSE I'm from a different type of left land Old Wild West land Nosebleeds, palms trees, and tumble weeds rustling Outside they say it's happy here but it's depressing To many pretty face catching my attention So I look at them, remind myself in the smudged glass That pretty isn't everything, you punk ass Always hard to see past the surface When it looks so perfect But her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose You listening? I grew up here under the sun In grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch And I don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch I was the one who wasn't coming from where their coming from I speak poetically and never pride my ignorance But this California shit is rigorous They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative I'm happy cause of me doesn't matter where I'm living If the sun was god I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast, it's a god damn shame (x2) VERSE I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweating Slept in late so everybody else is ready My friend called up he said "Hurry up, Buddy, it's almost sun down already". So I hopped up I went and washed up I ate some pasta then I gave my mom hugs Then I thought uh it's gonna be a pretty nice night But pretty isn't everything right? Golden state mind I'm taking my time Plain white shirt and a skinny black tie My top let down when I get picked up P.C.H so California Maybe they were right Happiness is a warm gun But before you shoot please warn us Life is too fun California will you marry me? Let god be the sun And then the ocean they shall bury me If the sun was god I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast it's a god damn shame (x4)