I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
And I see you (Ohh)
The way I breathe you in (In)
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh
There's nothing like your touch
It’s the way you lift me up
Yeah, and I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
You ain't sure yet, but I'm for ya
All I could want, all I could wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There's no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my Yorker
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I'm sure (Sure)
Hand in my hand because I'm yours (I can't)
I can’t pretend, I can't ignore, you're right for me
Don't think you wanna know just where I've been, ohh
Done bein' distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
(I get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
compositores: Andrew Wotman, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Giveon D. Evans, Justin Drew Bieber, Aaron St. Clair Burnett Simmonds, Felisha Tashira King, Keavan Yazdani, Louis Russell Bell, Luis Manuel Jr. Martinez, Matthew Sean Leon, Ashton D. Simmonds
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