Bella

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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 hеr Please tell mе, have you seen her? Outlast her, drive past her Margarita gonna be my master [Chorus] 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— [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] Out on the country road, I sold my Forty This comeback episode, hold on, shorty Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow And skinny mornings drop below Sold my Forty To Northern Jordie I'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll prove The [badeleno?] said "Oh woah, woah" And now we're fallin', the one we noted Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] Leakin' on my shoulder again, that's Bella Bella, girl, is on my team now, Bella Leakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella