Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Lead Vocals
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
Background Vocals
Vikram Devasthali
Trombone
Nathaniel Walcott
Trumpet
Josh Johnson
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Pfarr
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Bo Bodnar
Recording Engineer
Dylan Neustadter
Recording Engineer
Ethan Mates
Recording Engineer
Jason Lader
Recording Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Recording Engineer
Charlie Bolois
Studio Technician
Lawrence Malchose
Studio Technician
Chris Warren
Recording Technician
Henry Trejo
Recording Technician
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She wants to live in LA
Come put your ash in my tray
[Verse 2]
Once upon a funky crime
We were standing in the line
And now, we're walking Melrose down to Vine
[Verse 3]
I was asking her to live on my farm
And she was telling me no not today
I was telling her to do no harm
And she was telling me she could not stay
[Verse 4]
She'd rather live in LA
Down in Marina Del Rey
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
I'd wash her and clean her
Please tell me, have you seen her?
Outlast her, drive past her
Margarita gonna be my master
[Verse 7]
Bella cries and that's alright, she's
Weeping 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
Leaking on my shoulder again, well
Bella lies and that's my type, I
Wish that I could hold
[Verse 8]
She wants to live in LA
Where every dog has her day
[Verse 9]
Flip flops in the toaster now
Scotch tape on this broken vow
And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's chow
[Verse 10]
I was asking her to live in the sticks
And she was telling me there is no way
The cheeky monkey was an anarchist
And she was telling me she could not stay
[Verse 11]
She'd rather live in LA
Down in Marina Del Rey
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
Bella cries and that's alright, she's
Weeping 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
Leaking on my shoulder again, well
Bella lies and that's my type, I
Wish that I could hold her
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
Sold my 40
To Northern Jordie
I'll tell you when I move
To hell and then I'll prove
The violin said, oh, woah, woah
And now the moment
The one we notice
[Verse 16]
Bella cries and that's alright, she's
Weeping 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
Leaking on my shoulder again, well
Bella lies and that's my type, I
Wish that I could hold Bella
Leaking on my shoulder again, that Bella
Baby girl is on my team now, Bella
Weeping on my shoulder again, well, Bella
Written by: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Flea, John Frusciante
