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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Vine
Bryce Vine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON
BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON
Songwriter
Jimmy Duval
Jimmy Duval
Songwriter
Ian Everson
Ian Everson
Songwriter
Cory Wong
Cory Wong
Songwriter
Mitchy Collins
Mitchy Collins
Songwriter
David Strääf
David Strääf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Duval
Jimmy Duval
Producer
Tony Eichler
Tony Eichler
Mixing Engineer
Ian Everson
Ian Everson
Producer
David Strääf
David Strääf
Producer
Ethan Ridings
Ethan Ridings
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We should run away to the West Coast
Beverly Hills, where I heard that it never snows
Except for bathroom stalls and dollar bills
Young and dumb, we got so much time to kill
[Chorus]
Dance with the Devil
We play in the dark
The City of Angels
A haven for sharks
And all of the palm trees
Are blocking the sun
Motel California, here I come
[Verse 2]
Paparazzi goin' A-Team
Lil' mama been a model since the eighteen
Had to smoke about it, scared of goin' mainstream
Santa Monica been lookin' like a day dream right now (Yeah)
Dolce and Gabbana but she love the way my wrist shine
OF on the low-key, she be posin' by her bedside
Gimme, gimme, gimme somethin' stronger than the last time
[Chorus]
Dance with the Devil
We play in the dark
The city of Angels
A haven for sharks
And all of the palm trees
Are blocking the sun
Motel California, here I come
Motel California, here I come
[Bridge]
We should run away to the West Coast
Beverly hills, where I heard that it never snows
[Chorus]
Dance with the Devil
We play in the dark
The city of Angels
A haven for sharks
And all of the palm trees
Are blocking the sun
Motel California, here I come
Motel California, here I come
Written by: BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON, Cory Wong, David Strääf, Ian Everson, Jimmy Duval, Mitchy Collins
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