Lyrics Peaches - Misogi, Jimmy V, Eric North

Peaches

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