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Dirty Heads - West Coast Lyrics



Dirty Heads - West Coast Lyrics




I see the sun rise,
I wake up in the morning feeling so nice
I burn a couple bowls of the alright
Look out to the world and it's all mine
Yeah it's all mine

See palm trees and joints kid
Smoke bomb trees like ointment
My weed breath is fresh cause I keep my appointments
Now I can finally see
Like I smoked some DMT
What you think we should sound like
What you think we do at night
We the best of this shit
We made a mess of this shit
We wrecked the rest of all the Westa with the recklessness
If you's a bitch you might get snatched up like some necklaces
This where the rest of us live

You you say you say

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though

Every single day I'm just living for the thrill of it
Everywhere I go people ask me what my deal is
I just tell I ain't f*cking around unless it's real shit
I'm just trying to keep my head up higher
Then that ceiling is
Every day's a new day when you wake up counting blue jays
In my backyard painting fences with no shoes on smoking Bouquets and bouquets
Oh yes of Bombay bazookas
The best is all that we choose a
And now we burning one down
Like we Ben Harper in Doomsday
Ya we getting unruly
And ruling out all the bad days
Oh yes it's yours trolley
I'm living south of the valley
And no I am not complaining
I love it out here in Cali.
They why I love it when they say.

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
We be lit oooohh

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
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I see the sun rise,
I wake up in the morning feeling so nice
I burn a couple bowls of the alright
Look out to the world and it's all mine
Yeah it's all mine

See palm trees and joints kid
Smoke bomb trees like ointment
My weed breath is fresh cause I keep my appointments
Now I can finally see
Like I smoked some DMT
What you think we should sound like
What you think we do at night
We the best of this shit
We made a mess of this shit
We wrecked the rest of all the Westa with the recklessness
If you's a bitch you might get snatched up like some necklaces
This where the rest of us live

You you say you say

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though

Every single day I'm just living for the thrill of it
Everywhere I go people ask me what my deal is
I just tell I ain't f*cking around unless it's real shit
I'm just trying to keep my head up higher
Then that ceiling is
Every day's a new day when you wake up counting blue jays
In my backyard painting fences with no shoes on smoking Bouquets and bouquets
Oh yes of Bombay bazookas
The best is all that we choose a
And now we burning one down
Like we Ben Harper in Doomsday
Ya we getting unruly
And ruling out all the bad days
Oh yes it's yours trolley
I'm living south of the valley
And no I am not complaining
I love it out here in Cali.
They why I love it when they say.

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
We be lit oooohh

You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
You say we feel like the West coast
I say we sound like the best though
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Writer: ANDREAS RAMIREZ, DUSTIN BUSHNELL, JARED WATSON, LEIGH SNYDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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