Tyler, The Creator - Peach Fuzz lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator - Peach Fuzz lyrics]
It's 9: 23 AM 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 baby
(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
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 baby
(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