West Coast
Me, I'm from a different type of left land, old wild west landNosebleeds, palm trees, and tumbleweeds rustlingOutside, they say it's happy here, but it's depressingToo many pretty faces catching my attentionSo 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 perfectBut her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening?I grew up here, under the sun, grade school, I was the odd one, out of the bunchAnd I don't mean I was the kid who ate bugs for lunch,I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming fromI speak poetically, and never pride my ignorance, but this California shit is rigorousThey 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 hateI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shameI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked still sweatingSlept in late so everybody else is readyMy 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 hugsAnd 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 timePlain white shirt, and a skinny black tieMy top let down when I get picked upP C H so CaliforniaMaybe they were right; happiness is a warm gunBut before you shoot, please warn usLife 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 hateI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shameI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shameI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shameI'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame