Peaches

Peaches out of Palisade sweet as mama's marmalade
This shit sounds like summer days
The windows down on Harmony
The family band sing harmonies
My daddy played the drums
My mama slapped that bass
And my sisters sang these songs
Dancing under canopies we thank the trees for all their leaves
We are just some drops of water together make up seven seas
And one day I will be like my father one day I will learn to breathe
I am choking on the thought that I am not the man I want to be
I got blood on my shirt
Like I wear my heart on my sleeve
She said I look good in red but that went straight to my head
So now shes rocking my tees tucked into new Prada jeans
And we ain't spoke in a month but I just saw her last week
The lipstick stain still on my cheek like we ain't talk enough
And we always seem to laugh but never not at us
So the future's looking grim its kinda ominous
And this song ain't about love that would be too obvious
See this is more about lust and all of my misconceptions
And this more about me and all my self deception
I'll tell myself a lie one hundred times don't need corrections
But every night I pray to god I hope I learn my lesson

And the peaches out from Palisade
And they sweet as mama's marmalade
And this shit sounds like summer days the windows down on Harmony
The family band sing harmonies
My daddy played the drums
And my mama slapped that bass and my sisters sang these songs
Dancing hand in hand we were tripping two left feet
Like a middle school slow dance no one know how to lead
But I'm still thankful for these days they put a smile on my face

Flirt with me when you're bored that what I'm here for
Talk to me softly
Till I get a little more attached to the fact that you reply so quickly
Dash and retract only when you get sick of me
Sit back reminiscing back to when I got them digits
I swear I need a witness of somebody quick with pinches
I was out there floating all them feelings felt indigenous
To places I don't visit heart eyes when I am grinning
Heart eyes in them emojis you said you won't be on me
I said you won't be lonely you can count on me
Like a bank teller counter ain't never felt prouder
Never holding back don't got to front when I'm around her

I want to listen more like maybe I should say less
I'm not sure how to make an album this is just my best guess
My best friends are producers send me beats I bump the playlists
Imagine all the hours ableton was stuck on repeat
All for me to rap about some girls who didn't like me
Sp-404s and stupid bars all wrote on loose leaf
I weigh a lot on promises that sound like maybes
My contact still just numbers but in person call me baby
Like why I fall in love with every girl that want to date me
Introspective but scatter brained on the daily
I'll make a tape with the homies and rap the same thing
I know its just rhymes but it sounds like everything

And the peaches out from Palisade
And they sweet as mama's marmalade
And this shit sounds like summer days the windows down on Harmony
The family band sing harmonies
My daddy played the drums
And my mama slapped that bass and my sisters sang these songs
Dancing hand in hand we were tripping two left feet
Like a middle school slow dance no one know how to lead
But I'm still thankful for these days they put a smile on my face