New Americana
She lost her mind on the flight to LA
A kinda of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
Sick of living day to day
I wanna roll out
Bumpin in my 808's
We'll never slow down
Driving to the sunset
Chase it till it goes down
Baby on my own now
Dippin out this ghost town
I'm in over my head
But I'm living life like I'm meant to be
All my enemies think I'm dead
No more wasting all of my energy
And I'll never leave you on read girl
Ain't no time for regret girl
I'm about to make history and you'll read about how I set world records
All day and night a couple grammy's bout set me off
And I'm no Miley but I'm coming like a wrecking ball
Every producer in the city at my beck and call
Promise you I'll never fall
So run away with me
We'll take a one way to summer town
Stay with me
We'll make a name in the underground
Lights out
Living like night owls
Sick of all my neighbors always telling me to pipe down
She lost her mind on the flight to LA
A kind of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
I tried to make it right
Send a couple dollars over every other night
Told her I got money if she ever lost sight
Wanna come on home baby just come on home
She told me oooo
All I need is my juul
I got dreams of chasin' fame and I won't stop till I lose
I know its soon
Just a couple of moons
And I'm not ever backing down so you don't gotta come round
So you won't catch me
I'm one of one and you won't ever get me broken down baby like I'm stuck inside a hurricane
And you should know that I won't ever leave my place in LA
It's a city of fame you're gonna know my name
So run away with me
We'll take a one way to summer town
Stay with me
We'll make a name in the underground
Lights out
Living like night owls
Sick of all my neighbors always telling me to pipe down
She lost her mind on the flight to LA
A kind of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
A kinda of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
Sick of living day to day
I wanna roll out
Bumpin in my 808's
We'll never slow down
Driving to the sunset
Chase it till it goes down
Baby on my own now
Dippin out this ghost town
I'm in over my head
But I'm living life like I'm meant to be
All my enemies think I'm dead
No more wasting all of my energy
And I'll never leave you on read girl
Ain't no time for regret girl
I'm about to make history and you'll read about how I set world records
All day and night a couple grammy's bout set me off
And I'm no Miley but I'm coming like a wrecking ball
Every producer in the city at my beck and call
Promise you I'll never fall
So run away with me
We'll take a one way to summer town
Stay with me
We'll make a name in the underground
Lights out
Living like night owls
Sick of all my neighbors always telling me to pipe down
She lost her mind on the flight to LA
A kind of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
I tried to make it right
Send a couple dollars over every other night
Told her I got money if she ever lost sight
Wanna come on home baby just come on home
She told me oooo
All I need is my juul
I got dreams of chasin' fame and I won't stop till I lose
I know its soon
Just a couple of moons
And I'm not ever backing down so you don't gotta come round
So you won't catch me
I'm one of one and you won't ever get me broken down baby like I'm stuck inside a hurricane
And you should know that I won't ever leave my place in LA
It's a city of fame you're gonna know my name
So run away with me
We'll take a one way to summer town
Stay with me
We'll make a name in the underground
Lights out
Living like night owls
Sick of all my neighbors always telling me to pipe down
She lost her mind on the flight to LA
A kind of trauma in the new Americana she's runnin' from her problems
With bag and a phone to her name
I'm kinda sorry that nobody there will know her
I'll see you when it's over
Credits
Writer(s): Parker Spruill
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