West coast. Verse 1 City man in a pensive pose Sitting in the chair doze Coming to his eyes,nose Making sound like horse Tickets to the west coast In the pocket are lost Wesson in the cupboard Ready to go westward No,this's not a whole Story of that night though It's written on the stone wall You,gonna be the best, Right for the rest gon,gonna be the best West coast whispers come Come and get it all,fall Shall we raise our hands slow Down and stay still Falling set us on fire making switch your bonefire Onward and forward, I set fire to the rain Doesn't matter I'll pay Din',don' click at the door, Get awake and pass through the hall Homie's waiting,tickets're ready,fall in our faith oh,take cab to airport Aircraft to west coast, chase the wind,switch the flow Chorus From the outer space oh,man came to get great so,from the motherland to Place he's never met to From the rainy Albion , to the goddamn right turn From this moment up to death you call me Vox dude, Forty five,forty six miles away, lines in list Notes on fire,my desire-be the best I don''t lie Do whatever young boy,or the real sad boy All around is noise,days're getting too close Rhymes are getting more fast,lines're diving too deep Try to not be weak,heat ur ass use whip Don't get hit in the liver,lever's switching on the fuckin' fever,beaver in ur ass we need a healer, doctor needs an elevator elevating with a heaver,elevator needs inventor to get motherfuckin' faster, to get super sense of humor I've been studing for a summer,but pronounce it like a summer but in fact I need a tutor Verse 2. Feeling the freedom just like an eagle Strolling on seashore,put off my T-shirt Notebooks in my hand,lines're in my head Imagination determines direction Incredible sun in incredible water,reflection of sky's like a mirror of sorrow lonely beginning,but happy extension Being a wolf makes u seek for a pack oh, Trying to get stars right from the space, Getting a burn from my dreams is my fate,no Destiny wants me to be superhero, But I'm not a flawless,I'm close to the demon God sad we gotta be kind and a kind of an innocent, drinking absinthe's not wise for a visible sinner is my name but I wanna fix it,I wanna be somebody doing as hard as I do,but with double exhaust and if I don't reach it I will just get lost In my consciousness in my way of the living I'm Alroy Vox, I'll be a king of the living.