
Date of issue: 31.08.2010
Record label: Brownbeats, Goldenlane
Song language: English
Peach Pickin' Time In Georgia |
As we’re holding hands |
Kiss your neck and dance |
We’re may beliefs |
Together |
We laugh and cry, and dance the night |
In may beliefs |
The taste of your lips |
And the way your wear your hair |
And the solar eclipse |
As we stand and we glare |
Lalala, dadada, la (coughs) |
Scarf and a gold teeth, crooked the villain |
As false mythical spirit to make her suck it |
You see a lot of girls play to pretend |
When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen |
He with the microphone, should have been a gym coach |
Swap bad grades for Chanel and designer coke |
I used to kiss her, way before the blister |
Fattest ass cheeks, and ran a train on her sister |
Fickle like the nickle, shine beaming on her green stone |
Laces with the hole, and a sticker made of fresh scones |
My best friend, my very best coochie |
Not a class clown, but appeared real groovy |
And yeah, we had sex all over in the bathroom |
Shades on, packing like a rascal out in Cancun |
And can you blame him, growing up a lost soul? |
So damn nervous, probably put it in the wrong hole |
Damn, god damn, don’t say it |
Whatever 'bout this twitch, he was a villain when naked |
The type of chick that put the ring on your finger |
Disfiguring the fleshbone, scrape her with a whisper |
I keep dreaming, oh shit, the blunt’s lingering |
Support your local drug dealer, four fidda split a can |
Walking 'round town with the girl of my dreams, in my brain |
Thoughts keep lingering, like I won’t ever fuck again |
Shadows of emotion, while I’m singing in the ocean |
Just leave me alone, alone… |
He had a black face, innit |
Her with the ass fat swoll out naked |
Stationary shotgun, Snapchat her momma (Yo mom) |
Telling 'em my girl’s got the keys to my Honda |
What a shame, and it’s a borderline travesty |
The chromosome lacking, with a spit from her cavity |
Annoy the sanity, jewels from your majesty |
Waking up sweaty, with the wet dream fantasy |
I mean I hit it, confusion of the first degree |
Swole to the lip bone, bleeding gums murphy |
And I even sucked her toes on some other shit |
But she got a tat of his ego on her left tit |
You see a lot of girls play to pretend |
When the spilled ink leaks to the bottom of the pen |
But whatever, she tried to be clever |
At least I still got the North Face sweater |
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