It's 9.23 a.m. and, uh, an idea. Some kind of funny idea. Yeah. Uh, I don't know. You said keep it short, this is Peach Fuzz. Contact, couple months, then we're out. You said keep it short, this is Peach Fuzz. Contact, couple months, then we're 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 a lot of *** problems. You gon' probably 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, no father. But my family, that's from Godwin. 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. ***, 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 quotes from Anita Baker. Baker got some acres out the window when you wake up. I'm a fish, Sam. I be day marching. Put it to me up. Bunch of yes sergeants till we margin on them tea cups. The guarantee that I will get my stripes just like Adidas. Nah, we don't wear those. It's who knows when we put feet up, yeah. You said keep it short, this is Peach Fuzz. Contact, couple months, then we've got it all. You said keep it short, this is Peach Fuzz. Contact, couple months, then we've got it all. It's only a day. It's nothing serious, baby. It's only a day. Yo. Shout out Storm Stroman. Shout out Prophet. Shout out this. Several things. ***. It's nothing serious. Just, you know. It's nothing serious.