text: Its 9:23 A.M
  And uh... an idea
  Summer fling idea
  Yeah, I dont 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
  Its nothing serious 
  Its nothing serious 
  Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, Im daddy, no, Im not
  Youre 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 thats from Goblin
  Dont believe me, I been saying since 13 but they blinded
  But whatever, Im 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
  Im a fish sign, my b-day March and put its 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 dont 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
  Its nothing serious 
  Its nothing serious 
  Yo, shout out Stones Throw man
  Shout out Prophet
  Albums beautiful
  Summer flings and shit
  Its nothing serious, just, you know