Only in the West - YEEK

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

Yeah, hey

Yeah, yeah

Okay, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing

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

But cars never run when you need 'em, 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

That’s how I feel when I go to sleep

And that’s it

(What are you doing?)