Sittin’ alone in my room Thinkin’ about what I’ma do Music don’t pay the bills Music don’t pay for food Homies sell hella drugs Only ’cause they have to, and that sucks They got cars and I ride the bus Unless I’m on a board, wheels, and trucks
I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues
Oh no, she’s sniffin’ 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 drinkin’ my bottle My guess? She’s probably a model I don’t know how to act So I grabbed her by the ass
I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues I got the west coast blues
Bakar is never ’round when you need him, um I don’t know I don’t know what else to tell you I don’t trust these bitches that’s- That’s how I feel when I wake up And that’s how I feel when I go to sleep And that’s it (What are you doing?)