Em, G, Am, Em


[Verse]
           Em
I'm from a different type of left land
G        Am
Old Wild West land
Em
Nosebleeds, palms trees, and tumble weeds rustling
Em                          G               Am
Outside they say it's happy here but it's depressing
Em
To many pretty face catching my attention
     Em                     G           Am
So I look at them, remind myself in the smudged glass
     Em
That pretty isn't everything, you punk ass
               Em
Always hard to see past the surface
        G        Am
When it looks so perfect
        Em        Am               Em
But her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose

You listening?
Em             G         Am
I grew up here under the sun
         Em
In grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch
            Em                        G        Am
And I don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch
          Em                               Am           Em
I was the one who wasn't coming from where their coming from
Em                     G              Am    
I speak poetically and never pride my ignorance
Em
But this California shit is rigorous
              Em                       G   
They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative
    Am             Em        
I'm happy cause of me doesn't matter where I'm living


[Chorus]
       Em      G   Am     Em
If the sun was god I'd be covered in faith
       Em            G     Am     Em
If the ocean was the devil I'd be covered in hate
G   Am      Em
I'm so west coast, it's a god damn shame (x2)

[Verse]
           Em                    G            Am
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweating
Em
Slept in late so everybody else is ready
   Em                        G         Am          Em
My friend called up he said "Hurry up, Buddy, it's almost sun down already".
            Em
So I hopped up
                  G
I went and washed up
  Am           Em
I ate some pasta then I gave my mom hugs
               Em                 G           Am
Then I thought uh it's gonna be a pretty nice night
    Em           Am         Em
But pretty isn't everything right?
             Em
Golden state mind
              G 
I'm taking my time
Am          Em
Plain white shirt and a skinny black tie
           Em                     G
My top let down when I get picked up
Am  Em
P.C.H so California
                Em
Maybe they were right
          G         Am
Happiness is a warm gun
    Em
But before you shoot please warn us
            Am
Life is too fun

California will you marry me?
    Am
Let god be the sun
                                  Em                        
And then the ocean they shall bury me


[Chorus]
       Em      G   Am     Em
If the sun was god I'd be covered in faith
       Em            G     Am     Em
If the ocean was the devil I'd be covered in hate
G   Am      Em
I'm so west coast it's a god damn shame (x4)