West Coast

I'm from a different type of Left Land

Old Wild West land

Nosebleeds, palm trees and tumbleweeds rustling

Outsiders say it's happy here, but it's depressing

Too many pretty faces catching my attention

So I look at 'em

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 our 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 they're 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 I'm 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

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame

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 sundown already

So I hopped up, I went and washed up

I ate some pasta then I gave my mom hugs

And 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

PCH 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 in 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

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame

I'm so West Coast, it's a god damn shame