It’s 9:23 A.M And uh… an idea Summer feeling idea Yeah, I don’t know
You said, keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out You said, keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out It’s nothing serious (I wanna be your man) It’s nothing serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah mama, yeah mama I’m daddy, no I’m not You’re a lot of fucking problems You gon’ prolly show true colors By the time we tie the knot up Tyler, Tyler, he got caught up Now they taking my ricotta Bunch of lawyers and ‘your honors’ I mean, its no mama More father but my fanbase that’s from Goblin Don’t believe me I been saying since 13 but they blinded But whatever, I’m reminded That I slightly got off topic Of this song, shit Shout out Prophet ok Could you tell me how far in the future do you see us? You can make decision while my lips graze on your peach fuzz Pull out the guitar and learn some new chords from Anita Baker Baker got some acres out the window when you wake up I’m a fish sign my b’day march and put its knee up Bunch of yes sergeants ’till we barge in on them tea cups But guarantee that I will get my stripes just like Adidas Nah we don’t wear those its UNOs when we put feet up, yeah
You said, keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out You said, keep it short, this is peach fuzz Contact, couple months, then we out It’s nothing serious (I wanna be your man) It’s nothing serious (I wanna be your man)
Yo, shout out Stones Throw man Shout out Prophet Summer feelings and shit It’s nothing serious, just, you know