| I’ve been on this phone, sitting all alone, missing ya
|
| You be on Patron, losing self control, living up
|
| They say you live, you learn
|
| But it’s hard to learn when you fall out
|
| You left me and it hurts
|
| Bandaids, they don’t work and I’m all out
|
| Ooh, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| Looking for your red lips, got some roses for ya
|
| I’ve been running circles, I’m lost in California
|
| Got me turning sticks and stones
|
| Got me breaking every bone
|
| Got me out here looking for ya
|
| Babe, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| I’ve been counting stars on top of my car, wishing ya
|
| Would call me back and talk, mend this broken heart, giving up
|
| They say you live, you learn
|
| But it’s hard to learn when you fall out
|
| You left me and it hurts
|
| Pills, they don’t work and I’m all out
|
| Ooh, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| Looking for your red lips, got some roses for ya
|
| I’ve been running circles, I’m lost in California
|
| Got me turning sticks and stones
|
| Got me breaking every bone
|
| Got me out here looking for ya
|
| Babe, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| And ah, I’ve been running 'round in California
|
| And ah, I’ve been running 'round in California
|
| If someone don’t love you, let 'em go
|
| Don’t try to make fire in the snow
|
| The longer you wait, the fire grows
|
| If someone don’t love you, let 'em go
|
| Don’t try to make fire in the snow
|
| The longer you wait, the fire grows, grows
|
| Ooh, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| Looking for your red lips, got some roses for ya
|
| I’ve been running circles, I’m lost in California
|
| Got me turning sticks and stones
|
| Got me breaking every bone
|
| Got me out here looking for ya
|
| Babe, you never pick up and I’ve been tryna call ya
|
| Lately I’ve been roaming the streets of California
|
| I’ve been running California
|
| And ah, I’ve been running 'round in California
|
| I’ve been running 'round
|
| And ah, I’ve been running 'round in California |