Dumbfoundead - Coachella lyrics

That's right uh This is for all my festival freaks This is for my festival fleeks [Repeat] Drink water Have s** Smoke a lot of weed [Repeat] It's me! I'm channeling the matador And I'm sensing all your bullsh** You must think I'm out of luck Pushing all my bu*tons, it don't do sh** Get over yourself When I'm sober, I'm hell I hit the keys I'm talking d** No Patti LaBelle Over deal, can you tell me [?] [Hook] My money's so wavy, I'm rolling the bends My pockets' Coachella, about 50 bands About 50 bands My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella (about 50 bands!) I'ma go get her My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella I feel like the Pac hologram Brap brap brap brap! Not a damn thing could touch me Got your girl like the Fresh Prince episode Crying like why don't he want me, man why don't he want me? This ain't Uncle Phil though, we talking about some real dough This ain't the Screen Actors Guild no This the sh** that we bleed and we sweat and we k** for I turn the introvert b**h to a s**trovert (she a superfreak) She's sending me pictures, please don't k** the messenger I'm talking bands more than festival regulars Festival freaks wearing turquoise and lavender, turquoise and lavender [Hook]