West Coast
Feel like I'm 45 but I turn 20 tonight
And I got a lot on my mind under the city lights
They say take a hit of this
It'll give you life
I see my best friends
White powder on the counter every weekend
They're only sober for an hour
And I'm just waiting for this shit to end
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
No no no
Girls stuck at 25
Throwing up to keep a dress size
Big lips, fake tits, they get it right they say
Take a hit of this
It'll give you life
And all they see is dollar signs
That three-piece suit waiting for you to sign
On the dotted line
They want to see you do well
Just never better than them
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
No no no
I've lost so much searching for myself
Too many books, is god real?
Just tell me you know
I'm out of touch with how to feel
What's right or wrong
I can't say that I really know
Cause I don't really know
And I got a lot on my mind under the city lights
They say take a hit of this
It'll give you life
I see my best friends
White powder on the counter every weekend
They're only sober for an hour
And I'm just waiting for this shit to end
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
No no no
Girls stuck at 25
Throwing up to keep a dress size
Big lips, fake tits, they get it right they say
Take a hit of this
It'll give you life
And all they see is dollar signs
That three-piece suit waiting for you to sign
On the dotted line
They want to see you do well
Just never better than them
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
Midwest to the west coast
West coast
Tryin' to hold on to my old soul
Don't know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain't right for me
No no no
I've lost so much searching for myself
Too many books, is god real?
Just tell me you know
I'm out of touch with how to feel
What's right or wrong
I can't say that I really know
Cause I don't really know
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Ellrod, Forest Glen Whitehead, Rian Wayne Ball, Gavin Haley
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