West Coast Broke

Living in the basement, cuz I cannot afford rent
A poor musician, eating food out of can
Now I'm in my thirties, and there's no hope for me
I'm sad and lazy, somebody come and kill me

I'm west coast broke
Living with my folks
Not in control
When am I gonna grow up?
I'm west coast broke
Living like a joke
Not in control
When am I gonna grow up?

Well my food's expired, and my friends are all retired
Still in love with liars, and always feeling tired
Ain't got no backup plan, ain't got no rock star band
Eat bologna on hand, right from the garbage can