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Peaches
R&B/Soul
Peaches was released on May 28, 2026 by The Monastery as a part of the album Poisoned Fruit
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Release DateMay 28, 2026
LabelThe Monastery
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Merk
Johnny Merk
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Holmes
John Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Merk
Johnny Merk
Producer

Lyrics

Up, down, yo
Yup, we watch em' go
Up, down
Up, up, down
Up, down
Yo
My light shines, like Columbia Pictures intro
****, so sick
They get schizo
Women say, my style so sick
Kills Ne-Yo
I don't even, feed to the gas
Don't do ego
Just a brotha, paying the rent throughout Zego
Keep, good energy
Withdrawing, the evil
Keep the chi, with the
Coconut and Aloe Vera
Element is 80's
90's
Never not 2000s era
Going through, timelines
Cougars want the 90's love
Guess they tired of these new guys
Lazy, broke and drugged
Jealousy
Dripping through the threads
Gucci and Milanos
Couple queens, with me
Overseas from Morocco
Want my hand, deep in they vag
Mr. Socko, like the
Mandible claw, open the walls
So wide,
The width span is like, Roosevelt Boulevard
Girls Reading Rainbows, without Levar
Years of trauma
Constant fights with broken hearts
Body shapes, glass vases
Crushed to shards
I can see they victimized, through leotards
Come to Johnny, got the rosy X5, parked
Just me, with the bat
All, aluminum
I beat it up, watch her erupt
Like Vesuvius
Head stuffed into her shirt
That's 2 jupiters
So fresh, clean
The type, to share shoes
With her
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Sitting so firm, while she doing her planks
I'm in the window, like damn
That's a hell of a cake
And she had it big for years
Ain't, no BBL
She park it, like a Peterbilt
Where the CDL?
Freshly made, outta Georgia
Yeah, she straight from the A
She orange, like them jumpsuits in
Guantanamo Bay
Say
Let's hit the beach, cause I'm off today
Like, LL
Imma take you, just Around The Way
Her old friends
Got spoiled
Turned black and gray
Let em' all rot to death, like tooth decay
She say, in bed, I'm a monster
Leaving handprints
On her bottom
I'm eating her alive
Peach cobbler
I'm quenched
From her
Mad agua
She's Beyoncé twin, she keep her style
Fierce like Sasha
Word up, you gotta slow down with that fierce shit
I'm just tryna holla, like damn
But yo
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Up, down
Up, up down
Up, down, up
Yo
Her peaches go
Written by: John Holmes
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