Original lyrics

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Sitting alone in my room Thinking about what I'mma do Music don't pay the bills Music 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