Peaches - Misogi, Jimmy V, Eric North

Yes, yes, y’all and you don’t stop

To the beat y’all and you don’t stop

It’s so funny how these things change

But you never hear the laughter

We just kick it right at the afters

And we smoke it right 'til it’s asthma

And she faded like she’s Casper

Until she’s wasted on days that NNY

Oh, her statements end in Y

And I probably just need to let her fly

I wonder if I’m flyer than my fucking baths

And I know that I’m higher than my past

And her legs was fire, oh my God

I swear to God I made it last

So how could I give a fuck about the rest?

When I’m calling your name and you answer back

This isn’t the same, and it isn’t a game

And you see my eyes pass the frames

And I roll up on my problems, I’m smoking, fuck it

I never solve 'em, cut 'em off

Never had 'em, swear to God

I probably lost 'em

As the world turns, my cig burns, I never learn

I probably need some better words

Just to learn to say «Fuck you»

It’s funny how things change, I keep calling your name

Things aren’t the same without your voice

It’s funny how things change, I keep calling your name

Things aren’t the same without your voice

Do you still miss me?

Do you think of me?

Please don’t miss me

Do you still miss me?

Do you think of me?

Please don’t miss me

Come and take a little sip of your tears

Bad bitch, bad bitch, come and kiss me on the ear

New year, new her, so slight to the pain

Raf Simons on her feet white like cocaine

Never really tell 'em that I love 'em

I’m addicited to the taste of being with you when I’m sober

Oh, please don’t get tucked

I’m trying to kiss a cute bitch and get my finger fucked

Whoa

But, you know me, know I had to make it splash, babe

But, you know me, know I had to make it splash, babe

But, you know me, know I had to make it splash, babe

I’m up in the woods

I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still

To slow down the time

I’m up in the woods

I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still

To slow down the time

I’m up in the woods

I’m down on my mind

Yeah, like who you know better?

Fingers sweat the same color as the car leather

My feather, man, my niggas swear their cars tailored

No herb, but these bitches better ain’t be clever

Just a lil llari

Take your bitch, crash your ride, nigga, man, I’m sorry

Got them hoes in the back, screamin' that is gnarly

Play 'em like Atari nigga shit, you like it, barbie?

I’m on my way now

I’m on my way now, yeah

I’m on my way now, yeah

I’m on my way now, yeah

I’m on my way now

I’m up in the woods

I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still

To slow down the time

I’m up in the woods

I’m down on my mind

I’m building a still

To slow down the time

Yeah, I’m up in the woods

Yeah, I’m down on my mind

I’m just building a still, oh

Yeah, I’m up in the woods

Yeah, I’m down on my mind

I’m just building a still, oh