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