West Coast

[Verse 1] I'm from a different type of left land The old wild West land Nose bleeds, palm trees, and tumbleweeds wrestling Outside they say it's happy here, but it's depressing Too many pretty faces catching my attention So I look at them And 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 Uh 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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, 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 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 [Hook]