Call Mom

I'm sad in my Porsche, I was happy in my Honda
I just can't afford to be rich any longer
'Cause I got so bored of the stuff I was fond of
I'm crying backstage but I'm playing The Fonda
Hollywood Hills but got Hollywood friends
There for the party but not when it ends
Hollywood dreams but I'm still just a kid
And I would give anything to feel that again

I'm too young to feel like my life's already over
The past's so far gone and the future's much closer
I'd trade all this freedom for the weight off my shoulders
I would, yeah, I would

Mama, can you pick me up?
I wanna come home, I hate this grown up stuff
Mama, I wanna come home

Hi, honey, it's me, uhm
You haven't responded to any of my texts that I've been sending you
So, I hope everything's okay
Uhm, I was just calling to see-

Hey mom, I promise that everything's fine
Still doing the same shit just wasting my time
Don't believe everything you see online
Your little girl's heart broke, but she's still alive

I'm too young to feel like my life's already over
The past's so far gone and the future's much closer
I'd trade all this freedom for the weight off my shoulders
I would, yeah, I would

Mama, can you pick me up?
I wanna come home, I hate this grown up stuff
Mama, I wanna come home

Can I, can I, can I come back?
Can I, can I come back, back?
Can I, can I come back?
Can I, can I come back, back?
Can I come back, back, back, back?
Can I, can I come back?
Can I come back, back, back, back, back?
Can I, can I come back?
Can I, can I come back, back, back, back?
Ooh, ooh
Can I, can I come back?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, hmm
And I can't wait to see you, talk to you soon, bye-bye



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Geller, Olivia O Brien, Drew Macdonald, Arsenio Archer, Ryan Hawken
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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