[Verse 1]
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—
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—
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