West Coast (Original Version) The Neighbourhood

[Verse 1]
I'm from a different type of left land
The old wild west land
Nose bleeds, palm trees and tumbleweeds rustling
Outside they say it's happy here, but it's depressing
Too many pretty faces catching my attention
So I look at them
And remind myself in this smudged glass
Pretty isn't everything, you punk-ass
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks so perfect
But our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening?
I grew up here under the sun
In grade school, I was the odd one out of the bunch
And I don't mean I was the kid to eats bugs for lunch
I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from
Uh, I speak poetically and never pride my ignorance
But this California shit is rigorous
So they say it's happy here, happiness is figurative
I'm happy 'cause of me, it doesn't matter where I'm livin'

[Hook]
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame
So west coast, it's a goddamn shame