sitting alone in my room
thinkin' about what ima do
music don't pay the bills
music don't pay for food
homies sell hella d**
only because they have to & that s**s
they got cars & I ride the bus
unless I'm on a board, wheels, & trucks
I've got the west coast blues
oh no she's sniffing her cars keys
hit the tree now riding with molly
mushroom for a road trip snack
won't live life unless it's fast
pull up, now she's drinking my bottle
my guess? she's probably a model
I don't know how to act
so I grabbed her by the a**
I've got the west coast blues