Lyrics: Christal Mims/Andrew Figueroa
Music: Christal Mims/Andrew Figueroa
Call back,
I wish that you would call back
How am I supposed to trust that
You won't just forget about me
And all of the memories we made
When I leave you is the heartache still the same?
Thought I'd be your LA baby
Thought I'd be open,
Answer your calls when
sitting alone here waiting
And I don't like that,
Just catch a flight back
And I hate I played this part
When I knew right from the start
Knew that you would break my heart
That you do, that you did
That you do, that you did
You can't say, you can't say, you can't say
I ain't try to make this work
I'm tryna see you as soon as you land
You're always late, you can say you don't care
We ain't gotta speak
You ain't gotta reach out again
You're my LA baby
I'm your frequent flier
Far away this morning
LAX departure
30,000 feet
Still smell you on my sleeve
Almost skipped the flight when you asked me not to leave
I can't tell the future
I don't know what it will be
But I can feel you slippin' lately
And I can feel we're distant lately
The time together ain't enough and, uh
I don't like they're keeping me so busy lately
Funny cuz the work's the only reason got to meet you baby
But I don't wanna keep you waiting
Thought I'd be your LA baby
Thought I'd be open,
Answer your calls when
sitting alone here waiting
And I don't like that,
Just catch a flight back
And I hate I played this part
When I knew right from the start
Knew that you would break my heart
That you do, that you did
That you do, that you did