Biografía:
Bryce Ross-Johnson (born June 16, 1988),[1][2] known by his stage name Bryce Vine is an American rapper and singer from New York City, New York. Bryce showed his interest in music at the age of 13, and ventured into a career of music in 2011 where he auditioned for The Glee Project. A year later he signed with record label Kiva House Lambroza and released an EP titled Lazy Fair to critical acclaim. Two years later, he would release another EP titled Night Circus, also to critical acclaim.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
|G |Em |Bm |F#m
[Verse 1]
G
I want this forever
Just you in the grotto
Em
With nothin' but your nights on
Keep the fuckin' lights on
Bm
Same again tomorrow
We don't need no bottle
A
Purple colored lipgloss
Room with the saguaro
G
Ain't nowhere I would rather be
Right between your holidays
Em
Coffee on the flintstone
Jewelry on the ottoman
Bm
Baby, let me in, oh
A
For I get way too adamant about it
[Verse 2]
G
Love the way you shiver
Dig in to my shoulder blades
Em
Feel it when you quiver
Higher level, elevate
Bm
You could be the renegade
Bonnie to a Clyde
A
Harrison and Juliette
Legends never die
G
The TV hasn't worked in ages
Prolly got a shorted cable
Em
Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table
Bm
Is my vision hazy?
A
You look like you're someone famous
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Verse 3]
G
'Cause you're something like the summer
Kinda like a hurricane
Em
Sweepin' through the desert
Hot Americana rain
Bm
Finally wearing nothing but my Lauryn Hill shirt
A
It's kinda baggy on you, baby but it work
G
The AC hasn't worked in ages
I could prolly read the label
Em
Way too busy fucking on the counter or the coffee table
Bm
Am I hallucinating?
A
Why do you look hella famous?
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Bridge]
G
I wanna make
Em
Every single moment for you great
Bm
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time, waste time
G /F
I wanna make, yeah
Em
Every single moment for you great, yeah
Bm
Fly away to Cairo or L.A, uh
A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
|G |Em |Bm |F#m
[Verse 1]
G
I want this forever
Just you in the grotto
Em
With nothin' but your nights on
Keep the fuckin' lights on
Bm
Same again tomorrow
We don't need no bottle
A
Purple colored lipgloss
Room with the saguaro
G
Ain't nowhere I would rather be
Right between your holidays
Em
Coffee on the flintstone
Jewelry on the ottoman
Bm
Baby, let me in, oh
A
For I get way too adamant about it
[Verse 2]
G
Love the way you shiver
Dig in to my shoulder blades
Em
Feel it when you quiver
Higher level, elevate
Bm
You could be the renegade
Bonnie to a Clyde
A
Harrison and Juliette
Legends never die
G
The TV hasn't worked in ages
Prolly got a shorted cable
Em
Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table
Bm
Is my vision hazy?
A
You look like you're someone famous
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Verse 3]
G
'Cause you're something like the summer
Kinda like a hurricane
Em
Sweepin' through the desert
Hot Americana rain
Bm
Finally wearing nothing but my Lauryn Hill shirt
A
It's kinda baggy on you, baby but it work
G
The AC hasn't worked in ages
I could prolly read the label
Em
Way too busy fucking on the counter or the coffee table
Bm
Am I hallucinating?
A
Why do you look hella famous?
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
[Bridge]
G
I wanna make
Em
Every single moment for you great
Bm
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time, waste time
G /F
I wanna make, yeah
Em
Every single moment for you great, yeah
Bm
Fly away to Cairo or L.A, uh
A
Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time
[Chorus]
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
G
'Cause you're the next Drew Barry
Em
And I want more, yeah
Bm F#m
And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for
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