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
(badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah
(yeah, that's it)
And I see you
(oh), 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
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
(badass 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 can 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 you, 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
(badass 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, oh
Don't be 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 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
(badass 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
(badass 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
(badass 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
(badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah
(yeah, that's it)
Writer(s): Matthew Sean Leon, Andrew Wotman, Louis Russell Bell, Giveon Evans, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Aaron St Clair Burnett Simmonds, Felisha Tashira King, Luis Manuel Jr Martinez, Justin Bieber, Keavan Yazdani, Ashton D Simmonds
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