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• Artiste: Feather
• Titre: Bel Air (Coachella In My Mind)
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I wanted to go at this festival But my friends wanted to ride dangerous rides at the carnival I won't be who I'm not And I miss Bel Air a lot Got an attitude like Elvis Presley Rolling on some freaking highway Coachella in my mind And baby, it's alright 'Cause it's West Coast in my dreams We're ridin' on the same team I'm not really there, chillin' in a great house at Bel Air It's just an illusion I'm just young and dumb So, I'll stay in my hometown for a while now Wanna take this life six feet underground now We're headin' straight to some fucked up holidays I'm ridin' on my bike down Sunset Boulevard Won't share you with anybody 'cause, babe, you're such a star Hey, why wouldn't we stay there? Bodies at home, souls at Bel Air Your house is so Art Deco I got lost in it two or three times This dream is all that I know Got caught in the rush made me lose my mind And I'm holdin' ya so tight, I can't let go Like a soldier who can't just forget the battle I'm a mess, went out, didn't even close the windows But don't get wrong if I'm distant, you're beautiful We're headin' straight to some fucked up holidays I'm ridin' on my bike down Sunset Boulevard Won't share you with anybody 'cause, babe, you're such a star Hey, why wouldn't we stay there? Bodies at home, souls at Bel Air Ooh, ooh Baby, we could be flawless Ooh, ooh But we got caught up in some darkness Ooh, ooh Our atmosphere doesn't got enough air Ooh, ooh Let's hit the plane and go to Bel Air Ooh, ooh We're headin' straight to some fucked up holidays I'm ridin' on my bike down Sunset Boulevard Won't share you with anybody 'cause, babe, you're such a star Hey, why wouldn't we stay there? Bodies at home, souls at Bel Air We're headin' straight to some fucked up holidays (fucked up) I'm ridin' on my bike down Sunset Boulevard Won't share you with anybody 'cause, babe, you're such a star Hey, why wouldn't we stay there? (stay here with me) Bodies at home, souls at Bel Air