peach rings Lyrics

You're the type of boy

Who cuts faces out of magazines

You gave me a stick and poke

For a bag of peach rings

You wouldn't be caught dead without your

Pair of rolled up jeans

Just a 90s soul stuck in generation z

You're the type of boy

Who's always on my mind

Walking down the street

Feels like a vhs rewinding

Stop

It's my favorite part

Making out

In your dads car

You're the type of boy

You're the type of boy

I see your shoes on the power line

Hanging next to mine

On the way home

Our laces intertwined

Over the stop sign

That we stole

You're the type of boy

Who cuts faces out of magazines

You gave me a stick and poke

For a bag of peach rings

You wouldn't be caught dead without your

Pair of rolled up jeans

Just a 90s soul stuck in generation z

You're the type of boy

Who's always on my mind

Never check your phone

So I'm calling your landline

Like hey I talked to your mom

We're going out

Put your jacket on

You're the type of boy

You're the type of boy (hey)

You're the type of boy

Who cuts faces out of magazines

You gave me a stick and poke

For a bag of peach rings

You wouldn't be caught dead without your

Pair of rolled up jeans

Just a 90s soul stuck in generation z