| Sittin' alone in my room
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| Thinkin' about what I’ma do
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| Music don’t pay the bills
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| Music don’t pay for food
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| Homies sell hella drugs
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| Only 'cause they have to, and that sucks
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| They got cars and I ride the bus
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| Unless I’m on a board, wheels, and trucks
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| Yeah, hey
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Okay, uh-huh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing
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| Oh no, she’s sniffin' her cars keys
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| Hit the tree, now riding with molly
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| Mushroom for a road trip snack
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| Won’t live life unless it’s fast
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| Pull up, now she’s drinkin' my bottle
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| My guess? |
| She’s probably a model
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| I don’t know how to act
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| So I grabbed her by the ass
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| I got the west coast blues
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| But cars never run when you need 'em, um
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| I don’t know, I don’t know what else to tell you
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| I don’t trust these bitches that’s—
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| That’s how I feel when I wake up
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| That’s how I feel when I go to sleep
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| And that’s it
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| (What are you doing?) |