West coast
I'm from a different type of left land,
Old wild west land,
Nosebleeds, palm trees, tumbleweeds rustling.
Outside, they say it's happy here,
But it's depressing,
Too many pretty faces catching my attention
So I look at them, remind myself in this smudge glass.
'That pretty isn't everything, you punkass'
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 that eats 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.
So they say it's happy here.
Happiness is figurative, I'm happy 'cause of me,
doesn't matter where I'm livin'.

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 goddamn shame,
I'm so West coast, it's a goddamn shame.

I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweaty.
Slept in late, so everybody else is ready.
Friend called up, he said: 'Hurry up, buddy,
It's almost sundown already'.
So I hopped up,
I went and washed up.
Ate some pasta,
Then I gave my mum hugs.
Then I thought: 'Huh, 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.
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 goddamn shame,
I'm so West Coast, it's a goddamn shame.
I'm so Weat Coast, it's a goddamn shame,
I'm so West Coast, it's a goddamn shame.