West Coast Lyrics

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)

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)