Sitting alone in my room

Thinking about what I′mma do

Music don't pay the billsMusic don′t pay for food

Homies sell hella drugs

Only 'cause they have to

And that sucks

They got the 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

Oh no, she′s sniffing at coke

Hit the dream, I′d rather do Molly

Mushrooms are road trips snacks

Won't live life unless is 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 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