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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Lead Vocals
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Background Vocals
Josh Johnson
Josh Johnson
Saxophone
Vikram Devasthali
Vikram Devasthali
Trombone
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Pfarr
Jonathan Pfarr
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Bo Bodnar
Bo Bodnar
Recording Engineer
Dylan Neustadter
Dylan Neustadter
Recording Engineer
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Recording Engineer
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Recording Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Recording Engineer
Charlie Bolois
Charlie Bolois
Studio Technician
Lawrence Malchose
Lawrence Malchose
Studio Technician
Chris Warren
Chris Warren
Recording Technician
Henry Trejo
Henry Trejo
Recording Technician

Lyrics

She wants to live in LA Come put your ash in my tray Once upon a funky crime We were standing in the line And now we're walkin' Melrose down to Vine Well, I was askin' her to live on my farm And she was tellin' me, "No, not today" I was tellin' her to do no harm And she was tellin' me she could not stay She'd rather live in LA Down in Marina del Rey I love her, I need her Can't stop until I feed her I want her so badly Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley I'd wash her and clean her Please, tell me, have you seen her? Outlast her, drive past her Margarita gonna be my master Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold She wants to live in LA Where every dog has her day Flip flops in the toaster now Scotch tape on this broken vow And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's child I was askin' her to live in the sticks And she was tellin' me there is no way The cheeky monkey was an anarchist And she was tellin' me she could not stay She'd rather live in LA Down in Marina del Rey I love her, I need her Can't stop until I feed her I want her so badly Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Out on the country road, I sold my '40 This comeback episode, hold on, shorty Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow And skinny mornings drop below Sold my '40 To Northern Jordie I'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll prove The violin said, "Oh-whoa, whoa" And now we're fallin', the one we noted Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold Bella Leakin' on my shoulder again, that's Bella Bella, girl, along my team now, Bella Leakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella
Writer(s): Anthony Kiedis, John Anthony Frusciante, Michael Peter Balzary, Chad Gaylord Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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