West Coast

Feel like I’m 45 but I turned 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, I 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, I don’t know, no

No one really gives a damn

Maybe this life ain’t right for me

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, I 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, I don’t know, no

No one really gives a damn

Maybe this life ain’t right for me

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