Upcoming Concerts for Bryce Vine
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Vine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON
Songwriter
JP Clark
Songwriter
Julia Michaels
Songwriter
Nolan Lambroza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryce Vine
Producer
Nolan Lambroza
Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Mandy Adams
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I want this forever, just you in the grotto
With nothin' but your nights on, keep the fuckin' lights on
Same again tomorrow, we don't need no bottle
Purple color lip-gloss, room with the saguaro
[Verse 2]
Ain't nowhere I would rather be, right between your holidays
Coffee on the flintstone, jewelry on the ottoman
Baby, let me in, uh
For I get way too adamant about it
[Verse 3]
Love the way you shiver, dig into my shoulder blades
Feel it when you quiver, higher level, elevate
You could be the renegade, Bonnie to a Clyde
Harrelson and Juliette, legends never die
[Verse 4]
The TV hasn't worked in ages, probably got a shorted cable
Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table
Is my vision hazy
You look like you're someone famous
[Verse 5]
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Verse 6]
Dear Mrs. Barry, more than the record
Lord, are you married, do that scare you, is you ready
You doin' somethin' to me, these rappers I devour
You send 'em my direction in this Santa Clara diet
[Verse 7]
I am not afraid of no one, you smoke out Poison Ivy
Girl, I whip it, go the distance, then I kiss it 'cause they haven't
Get it, 50 First Dates, uh, hit it then skate, ooh
Get up with a real one, why you always fakin'
[Verse 8]
I don't got no patience, I don't got no shame, man
I don't play no games 'cause if I like you, I'ma say that
Aggressive and I'm playful, that's a perfect balance though
I'm from where that's I be out on choppers and New Balance go
[Verse 9]
This is my land overflow, can't let have them rollers dough
I would buy me e'rything with credit card for Mokolos
Damn, Mrs. Barry, no, I mean Halle
Tell me, no I'm comin' cool 'cause boomerang was poppin'
[Verse 10]
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Verse 11]
I wanna make
Every single moment for you great
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time, waste time
[Verse 12]
I wanna make, yeah
Every single moment for you great, yeah
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time
[Verse 13]
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
You're the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
Written by: BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON, Bryce Vines, JP Clark, John Clark, Julia Michaels, Nolan Lambroza