It's 9:23 a.m And uh, an idea Summer fling 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, 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, okay
Could you tell me how far in the future do you see us? You can make decisions while your lips graze on my 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 it's knee up Bunch of yes sergeants 'til we barge in on them tea cups But guarantee that I will get my stripes just like Adidas Nah, we don't wear those, it's 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 Album's beautiful
Summer flings and shit It's nothing serious, just, you know
