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 cryin' backstage, but I'm playin' 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Mama, can you pick me up? I wanna come home, I hate this grownup stuff Mama, I wanna come home [Interlude] Hi, honey, it's me, um You haven't responded to any of my texts that I've been sending you so I hope everything's okay Um, I was just calling to see— [Verse 2] Hey mom, I promise that everything's fine Still doin' the same shit, just wastin' my time Don't believe everything you see online Your little girl's heartbroke, but she's still alive [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Mama, can you pick me up? I wanna come home, I hate this grownup stuff Mama, I wanna come home [Outro] Can I, can I, can I go back? Can I, can I come back, back, back? Can I, can I go back? Can I, can I come back, 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 home? Can I, can I come back home? Mmm And I can't wait to see you, talk to you soon, bye-bye