Me, I'm from a different type of left land, old wild west land
Nosebleeds, palm trees, and 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 the smudged glass,
"That pretty isn't everything, you punk a**"
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, grade school, I was the odd one, out of the bunch
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 from
I speak poetically, and never pride my innocence, but this California s*** is rigorous
They 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 hate
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked still sweating
Slept in late so everyone 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
P C H 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 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 g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
Nosebleeds, palm trees, and 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 the smudged glass,
"That pretty isn't everything, you punk a**"
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, grade school, I was the odd one, out of the bunch
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 from
I speak poetically, and never pride my innocence, but this California s*** is rigorous
They 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 hate
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked still sweating
Slept in late so everyone 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
P C H 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 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 g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame
I'm so west coast, it's a g****** shame