Caught Up (feat. Khalid)
Uuh-uuh, uh
Uuh-uuh, uh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
How many wrongs can I right?
How many? (How many?)
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs in the night, oh
Uh, caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah, yeah
Caught up in a race yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna keep faith
Tryna stay real not fake man
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Get the Louis from the Louis store straight
Packin' it up sendin' it to your place
Callin' you up just so I can touch base
I hate how you're so far away
Nobody's perfect
I've made my mistakes
Nobody's perfect
I learned the hard way
I wish you could be here
I miss your embrace
Can't wait to hold you this time
Can't wait I told you I can't wait
You make me feel like I can't lose
Yeah, that's right I wanna get to you
You're all I believe in
I wanna show you everything
You're my strength not my weakness
Yeah, your secrets are safe
Just like your heart is
But I'm caught up in L.A. like a movie
Stuck here on replay
Want you on repeat
When you come see me, yeah
How many wrongs can I right? (How many?)
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many blunts can I smoke in the night (In the night, no)
How many?
How many?
How many blunts can I smoke in the night?
Blowing O's underneath in the moonlight
Not a lot of things that I won't try
I just bought a Rolls that I don't even drive
Inside of you while outside by me
Been a hell of a year yeah, yeah
Fuck up a bag make the money disappear, yeah
Workin', worth it
Body's hangin' from the chandelier yeah, yeah
Now I'm caught up in L.A.
Takin' you around
Take an Uber to your place
Pull up just so I can show face
But I can't go to the club 'cause it's too in the straight, yeah, yeah
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now my car is so nice that I caught a Valet, ay
But my door need it straight
Ah, put on for the family, ay
From the city of the 915
Where the girls are pretty and they know how to ride it, yay
Autopilot you don't even gotta drive it, ay, ay
Caught up in L.A. yeah ay, ay (Ay, ay)
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Caught up in L.A.
How many wrongs can I right?, caught up in L.A., yeah
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many drinks can I pour in the night?
How many?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many?
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh, uh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
How many wrongs can I right?
How many? (How many?)
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs in the night, oh
Uh, caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah, yeah
Caught up in a race yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna keep faith
Tryna stay real not fake man
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Get the Louis from the Louis store straight
Packin' it up sendin' it to your place
Callin' you up just so I can touch base
I hate how you're so far away
Nobody's perfect
I've made my mistakes
Nobody's perfect
I learned the hard way
I wish you could be here
I miss your embrace
Can't wait to hold you this time
Can't wait I told you I can't wait
You make me feel like I can't lose
Yeah, that's right I wanna get to you
You're all I believe in
I wanna show you everything
You're my strength not my weakness
Yeah, your secrets are safe
Just like your heart is
But I'm caught up in L.A. like a movie
Stuck here on replay
Want you on repeat
When you come see me, yeah
How many wrongs can I right? (How many?)
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many blunts can I smoke in the night (In the night, no)
How many?
How many?
How many blunts can I smoke in the night?
Blowing O's underneath in the moonlight
Not a lot of things that I won't try
I just bought a Rolls that I don't even drive
Inside of you while outside by me
Been a hell of a year yeah, yeah
Fuck up a bag make the money disappear, yeah
Workin', worth it
Body's hangin' from the chandelier yeah, yeah
Now I'm caught up in L.A.
Takin' you around
Take an Uber to your place
Pull up just so I can show face
But I can't go to the club 'cause it's too in the straight, yeah, yeah
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now my car is so nice that I caught a Valet, ay
But my door need it straight
Ah, put on for the family, ay
From the city of the 915
Where the girls are pretty and they know how to ride it, yay
Autopilot you don't even gotta drive it, ay, ay
Caught up in L.A. yeah ay, ay (Ay, ay)
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Caught up in L.A.
How many wrongs can I right?, caught up in L.A., yeah
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many drinks can I pour in the night?
How many?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many?
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Credits
Writer(s): Vidal Davis, Ryan Toby, Andre Harris, Jason P.d. Boyd
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