California

Even if I have hundred dollar bills
I can't make my chain shine
They're waiting for me in LA
My emails are exploding
Oh, my God, I can't stop
I can't get that girl out of here
Who's really driving me crazy

And I know I'm lost all day
It's not easy to handle the fame
I know I move with delay, but I've been watching you since I was 16
Oh, my God, I can't stop
I can't get that girl out of here
Who's really driving me crazy

I learned to fly, I'm heading straight to California
I didn't hear anything else from the one who told me I love ya
It's time to erase your gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (oh)

And I learned to fly, I'm heading straight to California
I didn't hear anything else (else, else, else) from the one who told me I love ya
It's time to erase your gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class)

Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class, class)
Easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class)
Easier in first—

Among the mess I found your things in my apartment
A gold ring inside my Jordan retro
Although I see it as an excuse for the reunion
Before calling you, I regret and think if you'll say no

No, I don't feel low
Touring, shows, losing control
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly girl
Go up more, go up more, go up more, girl

Before you liked me to buy you Cartier
And now you act like nothing
I'm ready for the nightclub
I have a couple of drinks and I'm disconnected

Although I still can't locate you, girl
I'm almost sure I saw you with him
I can't think, I'm hallucinating

I learned to fly, I'm heading straight to California
I didn't hear anything else from the one who told me I love ya
It's time to erase your gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (oh)

And I learned to fly, I'm heading straight to California
I didn't hear anything else (else, else, else) from the one who told me I love ya
It's time to erase your gigs from my memory
Being sad is easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class)

Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class, class)
Easier in first class (class, class, class, class, class)
Being sad is easier in first class
It's easier in first class
No, no, no