[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
I got the west coast blues
I got the west coast blues
I got the west coast blues
I got the west coast blues

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, hey, yeah, yeah
Okay, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
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?)