Bella

Bryce Vine

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Yeah, house in the hills all white
Kinda look like an apple store
Sober, but thats alright, kinda drunk from the night before
Hoping im not too high, full moon light but she crack the door
I don't know much but what the blinds are for

Not another house 'round here for miles
Cigarette to the lip, Look a little sad but she laughing a bit
Telling me she glad she found me and shit
Then her hotline blings and she back in a sec
Look to the left gone by the bed
Fear to the right, pills in a pipe
I don't know much anymore but a blind silhouette and the howl of a wolf in the night

Playing love songs
How ironic, eyes roll back when she in the moment
L.A. star life, like so iconic
They don't got ghosts but the house is haunted

I'm thinking 'bout taking her out
A movie or maybe the dinner
Then the phone rang and the mood changed
'Cause your man will be home any minute

(Everybody says you're no good
Bella you the best I ever had
Never wanna leave when I should
You're no good, but I like you bad
Everybody says you're no good
Bella you the best I ever had
Never wanna leave when I should
You're no good, but I like you bad)

And when I wake up it's a quarter to seven
She already up and she raiding the kitchen
She offer me coffee, I tell her: no, thank you
She pour me a cup anyway but I'm grateful
Despite all the crazy she seem pretty cool
Grew up in London but Cali for school

Guess that explain why your accent is different
And not really Britsh but still in the pool
Wow, if it isn't the same thing, it's the same thing twice
We're ain't saying things that we did last night
You were giving me goosebumps and leg stretch
Arms out with your fists clenched
On the beachside side got your thirst quenched, aw man
Damn, now all I see is pretty girl and a holiday inn
And gram brag in a mansion or a hashtag in the Caribbean

Thinking 'bout taking her out
A movie or maybe the dinner
Then the phone rang and the mood changed
'Cause her man will be home any minute