I'm from a different type of left land
The old wild West land
Nose bleeds, palm trees, tumbleweeds wrestling

Outside they say it's happy here,
It's depressing,
Too many pretty faces catching my attention,

So I look 'em,
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 %#@! is rigorous,
So they say it's happy here,

Happiness is figurative,
I'm happy cause of me, doesn't matter where I'm livin',


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 !@#$ shame,

I'm so West Coast, it's a !@#$ shame,

I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweaty,

Slept in late so everybody else is ready,
Friend called up, he said 'hurry up, buddy',
It's almost sundown already,

So I hopped up,
Barely washed up,
Ate some pasta,

Made my mum hugs,
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,
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,

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 !@#$ shame,
I'm so West Coast, it's a !@#$ shame.