West Coast

March 28, 2018

We just out here

Trying our hardest to stick out

By wearing weird clothes

All we Do is clown around and Love

We dont really stick out

Used up Vans and roughed up shirts

By Choice, we are Forgotten

We are who we are

West Coast Liars

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