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 in front of 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 so far gone and the future's much closer I 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 I was calling to say Hey mama, 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 so far gone and the future's much closer I 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 go back? Can I, can I come back, back, back Can I, can I go back? Can I, can I come back, back? Can I, can I come back? Can I come back, back, back, back Can I, can I come back? Can I come back, back, back? Can I, can I come back? I can't wait to see you. I'll see you soon. Bye-bye.