Coast

Ay, yuh

New York, California

How them six-lanes treating you?

How the city eating you?

How the cocaine breathing you?

How the Garden of Eden feel?

In December, it's heated still

It's all gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And you coasting in, California

Ah

What you want from the city of angels?

Where they take but they never say thank you

You depressed, what the fuck could L.A. do?

All the stars and the sun won't save you

But it gotcha like, but it gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Packed your bags, and you sold all you had

Eyes lit bright when I saw you last at the goodbye bash

How they glazed like glass

John F. brought you to LAX

Bought your assumptions, took off tags

Can all you expect fit in this new pad?

It's all gotcha like whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Now you spend the days, in traffic

Six lanes but you find no passage

But the sun beat off Rayban glasses

Work through the day 'til the daylight passes

Like what the fuck is the difference actually?

You driving your own damn taxi

Now you fucking happy?

East coast girl never knew herself

Acting like the palm trees and the sun gon' tell

And you coasting in, California

Ah

What you want from the city of angels?

Where they take but they never say thank you

You depressed, what the fuck could L.A. do?

All the stars and the sun won't save you

But it gotcha like, but it gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And you coasting in, California

Ah

What you want from the city of angels?

Where they take but they never say thank you

You depressed, what the fuck could L.A. do?

All the stars and the sun won't save you

But it gotcha like, but it gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

6 months in, and who do you know in this town?

Gotta lean past passenger seat through 2 steel doors just to even reach out

Always said in the east coast days that the west coast lifestyle calling your name

Now you just stay cooped in West L.A

Where they all have faith in that one big break

But you still don't know why the fuck you ache

Thought you'd find a meaning

Whispered sweetly from the sea

That didn't greet you in the east

In La La Land, thought you be saying

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And you coasting in, California

Ah

What you want from the city of angels?

Where they take but they never say thank you

You depressed, what the fuck could L.A. do?

All the stars and the sun won't save you

But it gotcha like, but it gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And you coasting in, California

Ah

What you want from the city of angels?

Where they take but they never say thank you

You depressed, what the fuck could L.A. do?

All the stars and the sun won't save you

But it gotcha like, but it gotcha like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Ah, ah, ah, oh

Ah, ah, oh

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