Only in the West
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 drugs
Only because they have to & that sucks
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 ass
I've got the west coast blues
Writer/s: Yeek
