And uh, an ideaSummer feeling ideaYeah, I don't knowYou said keep it short, this is peach fuzzContact, couple months, then we outYou said keep it short, this is peach fuzzContact, couple months, then we outIt'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 notYou're a lot of fucking problemsyou gon' prolly show true colorsBy the time we tie the knot up, TylerTyler, he got caught upNow they taking my ricottabunch of lawyers and ‘your honors'I mean, no mama, more fatherbut my fanbase that's from GoblinDon't believe me, I been saying since '13 but they blindedBut whatever, I'm remindedthat I slightly got off topic of this song, shitShout out Prophet, okayCould you tell me how far in the future do you see us?You can make decisionswhile your lips graze on my peach fuzzPull out the guitar and learn some new chordsfrom Anita BakerBaker got some acres out the window when you wake upI'm a fish sign, my b-day March and put it's knee upBunch of yes sergeants 'til we barge in on them tea cupsBut guarantee that I will get my stripes just like AdidasNah, we don't wear those, it's UNOswhen we put feet up, yeahYou said keep it short, this is peach fuzzContact, couple months, then we outYou said keep it short, this is peach fuzzContact, couple months, then we outIt's nothing serious (I wanna be your man)It's nothing serious (I wanna be your man)Yo, shout out Stones Throw manShout out ProphetAlbum's beautifulSummer flings and shitIt's nothing serious, just, you know
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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, 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
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