[Verse 1]
I'm from a different type of left land
The old wild west land
Nose bleeds, palm trees and tumbleweeds rustling
Outside they say it's happy here, but it's depressing
Too many pretty faces catching my attention
So I look at them
And remind myself in this smudged glass
Pretty isn't everything, you punk-ass
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks so perfect
But our 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 to 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 shit is rigorous
So they say it's happy here, happiness is figurative
I'm happy 'cause of me, it doesn't matter where I'm livin'

[Hook]
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame
[Verse 2]
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweating
Slept in late so everybody else is ready
My friend called up, he said
"Hurry up, buddy, it's almost sundown already"
So I hopped up, went and washed up
Ate some pasta, gave my mom hugs
Then I thought, uh
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

[Chorus]
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame

[Outro]
(So west coast, it's a goddamn shame)