Matcha
Uh, me and Johnny Weatherly skipping the class
Sharing a kiss under that ma-ma-magnolia tree
We ran on back to the back of the city
Because we didn't want somebody to see
When you're in the place where every old lady
Has a bible tucked away in the back of her bag
Needless to say you don't want somebody spreading rumours
That you just might be a fa-, anyway
15 Y.O wild child I know
I ran around looking busted-like lips
Sans the Burts Bees, where's the birds and bees talk
For the bees and the bees?
I got Will and Grace, Chuck and Larry and Big Freida-da-da-da
Dumbstruck by a boy two cities over with a buzz cut that made me
Helena, Bonham, Carter crazy
Third-period bell like a fruit bat out of hell
Flew down that freeway, nothing could phase me, texting my baby
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya
Yeah, I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin', toward ya, ya
And goddamn traffic
Why you slowing me down?
I got a fresh-faced cutie
In a different town that I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to
Well, days to weeks, weeks to months
Two months later
I'm waiting for that vibration from a Samsung
Hamsprung, damn son
Can you not hit a buddy back like punch buggy?
Ducking my calls like "What the fuck he want from me?"
Well, of course, my guess is he got bored
Like two by four, five or six days down the road
Man, I got over it
First puppy love and first time getting ghosted
So embarrassed thought of changing my name just like most did
See, the dichotomy of first love is one's confidence
Copping kisses got a gentleman dropping his common sense
He's docking his ship with preposterous quickness
The young sickness, how I miss it
The innocence lost and the tension now
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya, yeah, yeah
And goddamn traffic
Why you slowing me down?
I've got a fresh-faced cutie
In a different town that I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to, babe
That I've gotta go to (yeah)
I'm on my way
Sharing a kiss under that ma-ma-magnolia tree
We ran on back to the back of the city
Because we didn't want somebody to see
When you're in the place where every old lady
Has a bible tucked away in the back of her bag
Needless to say you don't want somebody spreading rumours
That you just might be a fa-, anyway
15 Y.O wild child I know
I ran around looking busted-like lips
Sans the Burts Bees, where's the birds and bees talk
For the bees and the bees?
I got Will and Grace, Chuck and Larry and Big Freida-da-da-da
Dumbstruck by a boy two cities over with a buzz cut that made me
Helena, Bonham, Carter crazy
Third-period bell like a fruit bat out of hell
Flew down that freeway, nothing could phase me, texting my baby
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya
Yeah, I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin', toward ya, ya
And goddamn traffic
Why you slowing me down?
I got a fresh-faced cutie
In a different town that I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to
Well, days to weeks, weeks to months
Two months later
I'm waiting for that vibration from a Samsung
Hamsprung, damn son
Can you not hit a buddy back like punch buggy?
Ducking my calls like "What the fuck he want from me?"
Well, of course, my guess is he got bored
Like two by four, five or six days down the road
Man, I got over it
First puppy love and first time getting ghosted
So embarrassed thought of changing my name just like most did
See, the dichotomy of first love is one's confidence
Copping kisses got a gentleman dropping his common sense
He's docking his ship with preposterous quickness
The young sickness, how I miss it
The innocence lost and the tension now
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', I'm zoomin'
I'm zoomin', zoomin', zoomin' toward ya, yeah, yeah
And goddamn traffic
Why you slowing me down?
I've got a fresh-faced cutie
In a different town that I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to
That I've gotta go to, babe
That I've gotta go to (yeah)
I'm on my way
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Writer(s): Noah Steven Whitney
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